Martin Sexton Marry Me
I like coffee you like tea
In the summertime with me
Picnic lunch and our troubles on the run
Oh these verses come and go
Like the wind they seem to blow
New ideas like the Saranac River running
Marry me in the moonlight
Neath the Tamarac tree
When the dawn’s light
Finds us we’ll be laying down
In the morning dew
Me and you
An Indian girl in a red canoe
In the days of deco made it to
This picture that hangs on our wall
These wet woods wait for centuries
To bait us with their scent of trees
Moist with drinking the spirit of the north
Oh honey marry me in the moonlight
Neath the Tamarac tree
When the dawn’s light
Finds us we’ll be holding hands
As woman and man
Marry me
Marry me
The howling of the loon let’s me know
You’ll be back soon I gotta go
As the fish are jumpin
High in the dark headwaters
High in the dark headwaters
Oh carry me o’er the path of peat
For the days when I cannot use my feet
Hold my hand
Well you married me baby please
