Lyrics:

Walking through the village
Of the faces set in stone
I see unbelievers
Not believing' we've come home
I am not an angel
But I have hurt no one
And I'm a good friend of Mary's
And I came to see her son
I came to see her son
If I was a poet
Making chalk marks on the wall
I would be no wiser than the one who knows it all
But I'm a simple singer
Singin' as I walk
But I'm a good friend of Mary's
And I came to see her son
I came to see her son
And I'm a good friend... Mary
I came to see her son
I'm a good friend…Mary