Munch-Petersen, Gustaf a little song

a little song

I have killed mary ann's god -
mary ann dreads my god -
I love mary ann -
when the burning blackness stands out before me,
I leave mary ann
to her love of me -

when the pale sun rises
with its blue morning-wet eyes,
I return to mary ann
with my love of her -
poor mary ann -
and poor me -
but we have a great heart
together -
mary ann and I -