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I was driving down a lonely road |
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On a dark and stormy night |
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When a little girl by the roadside |
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Showed up in my headlights |
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I stopped and she got in the back |
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And in a shaky tone |
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She said, "My name is Mary |
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Please won't you take me home?" |
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She must have been so frightened |
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All alone there in the night |
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There was something strange about her |
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Her face was deathly white |
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She sat so pale and quiet |
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In the back seat all alone |
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I never will forget that night |
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I took Mary home |
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I pulled into the driveway |
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Where she told me to go |
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Got out to help her from the car |
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And opened up the door |
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But I could not believe my eyes |
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The back seat was bare |
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And I looked all around this car |
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But Mary wasn't there |
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A light shone from the porch |
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Someone opened up the door |
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I asked about the little girl |
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That I was looking for |
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Then a lady gently smiled |
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And brushed a tear away |
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She said, "It sure was nice of you |
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To go out of your way" |
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But thirteen years ago today |
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A wreck just down the road |
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Our darling Mary lost her life |
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And we miss her so |
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But thank you for your trouble |
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And the kindness you have shone |
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You're the thirteenth one who's been here |
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Bringing Mary home |
