I saved up my money to buy my sweetheart some flowers
For saturday's date and i restlessly counted the hours.
Then today in the mail i received this short little note
And i broke down inside at the message that her mother wrote.
Mary ann regrets she's unable to see you again;
We're leaving for europe next week, she'll be busy till then.
They know that she loves me, but poor boys don't fit in their plan.
Good-bye true love, good-bye my sweet mary ann.
The weeks have gone by not a word have i heard since then;
In the papers i read of the far away places she's been.
I can't eat, i can't sleep for over and over again
My mind reads that letter and i cry for my mary ann.
Mary ann regrets she's unable to see you again;
We're leaving for europe next week, she'll be busy till then.
They know that she loves me but poor boys don't fit in their plan.
Good-bye true love, good-bye my sweet mary ann.
My mary ann died, they said she just wasted away;
If i could have seen her i know she'd be living today.
For we loved each other and if they'd have left us alone,
Today she'd be wearing my ring, not a blanket of stone.
Mary ann regrets she's unable to see you again;
We're leaving for europe next week, she'll be busy till then.
They know that she loves me but poor boys don't fit in their plan.
Good-bye true love, good-bye my sweet mary-ann