The birds sing loud and the grass is growing high,
The field warms in the sun.
Spring is coming on and the ice melts down,
as it runs thru the stream to the sea far away Mary Ann.


Now the grass growing high and the singing of the birds,
my charm the hearts of sum.
But all I feel is the cold spring rain,
that says my love has gone far away Mary Ann.

When she was here my heart was bright and warm,
but now it grow so cold.
A man needs the love of a soft gentle girl,
summer is gone, winters is now coming on,
hurry home Mary Ann

Soon the grass will die and the birds fly south,
and ground wring hard as stone.
But her smile will melt the ice in my heart,
when I see my love coming home one the hill Mary Ann.
But her smile will melt the ice in my heart,
when I see my love coming home one the hill Mary Ann.
Mary Ann - Mary Ann
Mary Ann