Sweet Mary Jane

I think about the people I've known, and of the places I've been

Of all the girls I've ever loved, I still want sweet Mary Jane



I think about the hot summer days, and of the cold mountain stream

Of quiet meadows and green apple trees, and of my sweet Mary Jane



Come with me we'll follow the sun, to a land 'cross the sea

Take my hand and I'll be your friend

Oh, come with me Mary Jane

Take my hand and I'll be your friend

Oh, come with me Mary Jane, ch ch ch



(repeat)