Little Mary was five years old Her parents left her, she was out in the cold Alone to live and find her way In this great world of heartache and pain
Eyes of brown, matted locks of gold Her flowered dress is tattered and soiled Tear stained cheeks, her feet cold and bare Who could have left a child so rare
Rosemary your day will come He loved you so He gave His only son Keep the faith in your soul Stay down on your knees I'm begging you please Hold onto the beads at your heart