I saved up my money to buy my sweetheart some flowersFor Saturday's date and I restlessly counted the hoursThen today in the mail I received a short little noteAnd I broke down inside at the message that her mother wroteMarianne regrets she's unable to see you againWe're leaving for EuropeNext week she'll be busy till thenThey know that she loves meBut poor boys don't fit in their plansGoodbye true love, goodbye my sweet MarianneThe weeks have gone byNot a word have I heard since thenIn the papers I read of the faraway places she's beenI can't eat, I can't sleep for over and over againMy mind reads that letter and I cry for my MarianneMarianne regrets she's unable to see you againWe're leaving for EuropeNext week she'll be busy till thenThey know that she loves meBut poor boys don't fit in their plansGoodbye true love, goodbye my sweet MarianneMy Marianne died, tis said she just wasted awayIf I could have seen her, I know she'd be living todayFor we loved each other and if they'd have left us aloneToday she'd be wearing her wedding dressWearing my ring, not a blanket of stoneMarianne regrets she's unable to see you againWe're leaving for EuropeNext week she'll be busy till thenThey know that she loves meBut poor boys don't fit in their plansGoodbye true love, goodbye my sweet Marianne