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'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 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...