Mary’s Window

Mary’s looking out at the empty streets of her town
February morning, rain's falling down
She’s missing the greetings and small talk there
At the library, grocery store, village square

Has the baby started crawling? I like your hair that way
How’s your mother feeling? Sure is cold out today
That quiet cadence, the refrain of a town
With the cashier, manager, librarian
The sound of goodwill, kindness and care
And Mary knows she’ll always belong there

But now this country of hers has been ravaged and cleaved
By all this sickness and hatred and bigotry
Fueled by the liеs of the fools who would lead
Lies told for powеr, malice, and greed

But this old woman's seen troubled times before
When the people rose up to shine a light once more
So in spite of her fears she’d play her part again
Band together with young and old, women and men
And on the third of November she stood in that line
With the manager, cashier, librarian beside

And their voices of goodwill a mighty sound made
And the cadence of towns was a nation’s refrain
And truth and hope drowned out lies and hate
From cities to farms, from oceans to lakes

And then from deepest Georgia that same refrain
And then a man of goodwill and kindness and care
Placed a hand on a bible and the other in the air
And that cadence infused every word he did say
And a nation heard and rejoiced that day

They'd put differences aside
Reach out to each other
Lend a hand when it’s needed
To their sisters and brothers
Return to the hard work of trying to be
The people and the nation they still could be
Still could be

Mary’s looking out at the rain coming down
But it’s a rain of renewal washing over them now
She’s knitting a hat for that baby in town
That pretty cashier’s baby, it won’t be long now
Till she can hand it to her mother over in town
Oh the goodness of people can’t be put down

It just keeps on
The sound of kindness
It just keeps on
Can’t be silenced
It just keeps on