Wee Mary is based on an Irish legend turned myth of Wee Mary, a young girl who falls into a medieval dream protected by an Angel as she disappears into fate’s whim.
Recorded long ago when my daughter Katherine was younger, there are pops, breathing and distortion in this old recording, but I love the song and its story. I did my best to recover it and I hope whoever gives it a listen feels as I do.
KATHERINE MCKENZIE - LEAD VOCAL
CAROLINE AND JOY BROOKS - VOCAL HARMONY
FREDRICK BROOKS - ACOUSTIC, BASS, KEYBOARDS
CHRIS PEZZARELLO - DRUMS
Lyrics
WEE MARY
Seven carnations drift - cast on Martin’s Lake
Last where Wee Mary stood
At the edge of Heaven’s gate
Tiny and footloose - her black hair splayed by a wind
Into some medieval dream
She fell to fate’s whim
Chorus
I have an angel on my shoulder
One who guards my fragile heart
I have an angel on my shoulder
Who follows me into the dark
Now the angel of Wee Mary calls upon the shore
One night she stood before me
And spoke of her lore
The call of passing that winter’s night
From so long ago
Now I will never be the same at heaven’s open door
Chorus
© Fredrick Brooks
