Mara - Country Joe McDonald

Flocks of geese in Paris skies

They come to me with open eyes

Dreaming of her and other lives

To pass the time waiting for Mara.

And I alone beside her sit

There’s just a lonely candle lit

It casts a glowing over it, Mara.

Green is ember, blue is gold

A not so different story told

Please take my arms, they’re growing cold, Mara.

Green and silver, they’re off to the moon

I’ve lost my way, she’s lost hers too

Now that I love what shall I do To pass the time waiting for Mara.

And I alone beside her sit

There’s just a lonely candle lit

It casts a glowing over it, Mara.

Green is ember, blue is gold

A not so different story told

Please take my arms, they’re growing cold, Mara.

I alone beside her sit

There’s just a lonely candle lit

It casts a glowing over it, Mara.

I alone beside her sit

There’s just a lonely candle lit

It casts a glowing over it, Mara.

Green is ember, blue is gold A not so different story told Please take my arms,

they’re growing cold, Mara.