The Cigar Girl

This is a new song that my brother and I wrote.

Sweet Mary, they found you in the Hudson Bay;
arms tied round you back and strangled with lace.
Bruises dotting your face, hands staining your hips
His cold blooded name, dead on your lips

Payne made you a promise to love and protect
and her blamed himself for the lace 'round your neck
With the kiss of a pill; nothing left but a note.
"I'm so sorry baby." The last thing he wrote

Oh Mary, Sweet Mary,
who did this to you?
The author? Your fiance?
Or the sailor that you knew?
With your dying breath
did you cry out to me?
Cause your cry is carried
by the waves of the sea.

People say you were walking with a dark, handsome man
Deep in the woods, hand holding hand
Could it have been the stranger named Poe
whose deathbed plea, "Lord help my poor soul."
His young wife near death, he was drowning in grief
Did he ever call you his Annabel Lee?

Oh Mary, Sweet Mary,
who did this to you?
The author? Your fiance?
Or the sailor that you knew?
With your dying breath
did you cry out to me?
Cause your cry is carried
by the waves of the sea.

Oh Mary, Sweet Mary,
I did this to you
Not the author. Nor fiance.
Not the sailor you once knew.
With your dying breath
you pleaded with me.
Now your cry is carried
by the waves of the sea.