Johnny & Mary (feat. Hanna H.) - The Hybsters

Johnny's always running around trying to find certainty He needs all the world to confirm that he ain't lonely Mary counts the walls Knows he tires easily Johnny thinks the world would be right if it could buy truth from him Mary says he changes his mind more than a woman But she made her bed Even when the chance was slim Running around Running around Johnny says he's willing to learn when he decides he's a fool Johnny says he'd live anywhere when he earns the time Mary combs her hair Says she should be used to it Mary always hedges her bets She never knows what to think She says that he still acts like he's being discovered Scared that he'll be caught Without a second thought Running around Running around Running around Running around Johnny feels he's wasting his breath trying to talk sense to her Mary says he's lacking a real sense of proportion So she combs her hair Knows he tires easily Johnny's always running around trying to find certainty He needs all the world to confirm that he ain't lonely Mary counts the walls Says she should be used to it Running around Running around Johnny's always running around Running around Running around

It was on one cold winter night When the wind blew across the wild moor When Mary came wandering home with a child 'Til she came to her own father's door "Father, dear father", she cried "Come down and open the door Or the child in my arms will perish and die From the winds that blow across the wild moor" But her father was deaf to her cry Not a sound of a voice did he hear So the watchdog did howl and the village bells tolled And the wind blew across the wild moor Oh, how the old man must have felt When he came to the door the next morn' And he found Mary dead but the child still alive Closely grasping his dead mother's arms In grief, the old man passed away And the child, to his mother, went soon And no one, they say, lives there to this day And the cottage, to ruin, has gone But the villagers point out the spot Where the willows grew over the door Saying, "There Mary died, once the gay village bride From the wind that blow across the wild moor"