Mary Mild

Mary Mild - The Kingston Trio

Written by：Bob Shane/Shane/Terry Stafford/Tom Drake

As it fell out on a cold winter day

The drops of rain did fall

Our savior asked leave of his mother Mary

If he might go play at ball

Go up the hill

His mother said

And there you will find three jolly children

But let me hear no complaint of

You when you come home again

But the children said we are royal sons

And we will not play at ball

For you are but a poor maid's child

Born in an oxen stall

If you are lord's and ladies' sons

And you will not play at ball

I'll build you a bridge of the beams of the sun

To play upon us all

And he built them a bridge of the beams of the sun

And over the pools they played all three

And the mothers called Mary call home your child

Their eyes all drowned in tears

Mary mild Mary mild Mary mild

Mary mild Mary mild

Called home her child

And when she asked him why said he

Oh I built them a bridge of the beams of the sun

So they would play at ball with me

So they would play with me