The white haired lady on the hill
Above the Courthouse Square
Has gone the way that we all will
Perhaps we’ll see her there.
Mary Clemo, wonderful woman
Beautiful, young looking, strong and kind
Mary Clemo said things as she saw them,
She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.
In admiration, with fondness and humor
We’ll think of Mary now and again
A grace note in the Master’s Opus
You’re missed by your neighbors and friends.