I had trouble finding sleep last night So I thought about Marie I grew tired of counting sheep last night So I thought about Marie Our love affair had to struggle for existence And many were the fights we had But as I look back upon it from a distance It wasn’t too bad
^Though she told me we would meet again When the rivers all run dry And I told her I would see her when There was snow in mid July Still your pride looks small at midnight And I’m tired of being alone So I thought about Marie And reached for the phone