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
