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