Mary

Mary, Mary

Is many times so lonely

she's unhappy

the reason to cry is always

my guitar, baby

what she will say when she comes

and she will find an ampty house

with very few words on it

that I love her

well, I must play, I must play

Well, even so she hopes

believes and dreams

if not today tomorrow evening

I'll be with her, here

Phone is ringin' on my table

I have a guilty look at Mary

and she knows what l will say

and she does at me

"heah", I must play, I must play

Mary, Mary

Is many times so lonely

she's unhappy

the reason to cry is always

my guitar, baby

I' m leaving what she'll say to me

when we'll be together

she'll excuse me

surely she want for ever do at me

like to the others

"heah", I must play, I must play