Call Me Mr. In-Between

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