I save up my money to buy my sweetheart some flowers For Saturday's date and I restlessly counted the hours And today in the mail I received a short little note And I'd broke down, inside the message that her mother 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. 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. 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 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...