I save 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 recieved a short little note
And I`d broke down inside at the message that her mother`s wrote
Mary Ann regrets she`s unable to see you again
We`ll 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 plans
Goodbye true love goodbye 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
My Mary had died too sad 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 had left us alone
Today she`d be wearing my ring not a blanket of stone
Mary Ann regrets...