Maryann

The birds sing out and the grass is growing high.

The field warms in the sun.

Spring's coming on and the ice melts down

as it runs through the streams to the sea

far away, MaryAnn.



Now the grass growing high and the singing of the birds

might charm the hearts of some.

But all I feel is the cold spring rain

that says my love has gone

far away, MaryAnn



When she was here, my heart was bright and warm,

but now it grows so cold.

A man needs the love of a soft gentle girl.

Summer's gone, winter's now coming on.

Hurry home, MaryAnn.



Soon the grass will die and the birds fly south

and the ground ring hard as stone.

But her smile will melt the ice in my heart

when I see my love coming home,

on the hill, MaryAnn



But her smile will melt the ice in my heart

when I see my love coming home,

on the hill, MaryAnn, MaryAnn, MaryAnn.