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