It was a year of eighteen hundred and seventy six in j8 when i first met my mary quite contrary to what my mother did say.she was a mountain girl come to spanish town, i was only there for a while. but when i think back on all the love we shared, i just can't but help to smile. we spent one whole long year together, and at the end, i had to go. by my mary's side i wept and cried, i've never been laid so low. she said boy when you first met me, you were as green as a mango tree but now you are a man go back to your land but first listen carefully...
You can smoke two pounds of cali herb by yourself and try to stand on your head. no matter how high you get you'll never forget the wonder of mary's bed.
Now my mary's sweet smell was in my nose and vision it robbed me blind. and as i crossed the sea it occurred to me that i had left myself behind. she was my natural mystic sweet sugar plum. i still ask why did i go. they say your first love is your hardest love and i'd have to say that's so. and it's a day in another day and a way in another way, had a family once but they're gone. and it don't strike me as weird that there's gray in my beard but the words still linger on...
You can smoke two pounds of cali herb by yourself and try to stand on your head. no matter how high you get you'll never forget the wonder of mary's bed.

now there's nothing for me left here except some broken dreams, disappointments, i've had a few. there's this place i know where the mangos grow and there's just one thing left to do. i'll go back to my mary's bed, plant a kiss on her head and pretend that time just stood still. then i can live out my life like it should have been and the rest will be what it will.
So i went back to the bar where we first met, asked the bartender where could she be. and as he poured me a beer he said last year she left this world peacefully. and every man in the bar looked at me. he said old man don't you see, we were all touched by mary just like you now she lives on in our memories. and we all can...
Smoke two pounds of cali herb by ourselves and try to stand on our head. no matter how high we get we'll never forget the wonder of mary's bed. and we can run 200 miles through a ganja field until all we see is red. and we can shout it out we're still thinking about the wonders of mary's bed. and so we sing jumble around sweet mary, you know we all have to move along you never know what you've got in this cruel world until you realize it's gone.