song profile

Mary was the prettiest girl
Within the parish lines
I never had the courage to ask her the time
She'd been in love with Thomas Grey
Since she was just a child
He never wanted to return her smile
I remember when she held him close
Down at the promenade
When the song was over he just walked away

And now Melancholy Mary sits beneath the trees
Pulling petals off of daises and swatting at the bees

Thomas got his questionnaire
And they shipped him overseas
Most folks thought he would buy her a ring
Sometimes I couldn't catch my breath
So I stayed behind
Most folks said he didn't say goodbye
It tortures my immortal soul
To see something so beautiful cry
He would love her forever if he could see through my eyes

Now Melancholy Mary sits beneath the trees
Pulling petals off of daises and swatting at the bees

I bet I asked a dozen times before
She let me take her out
There weren't a lot of guys left around
We had a pleasant dinner
Then took a stroll through the park
She said to be sure she was home before dark
I tried to sway her with my charm
But I ran out of breath
I asked if we could stop and take a rest

And now Melancholy Mary sits beneath the trees
Pulling petals off of daises and swatting at the bees
Melancholy Mary sits beneath the trees 
But her thoughts are of her one true love, she never thinks of me