Из альбома: More of the Monkees
Mary, Mary, where're you going to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too?
This one thing I will vow you,
Id' rather die than to live without you.
Mary, Mary, tell me truly,
What did I do to make you leave me?
Whatever it was I didn't mean to,
You know I never would try and hurt you.
What more, Mary, can I do,
To prove that my love is truly yours?
I've done more now,
Than a clear-thinking man would do.
Mary, Mary, it's not over,
Where you go, I will follow,
âTil I win your love again,
And walk beside you, but until then,
Mary, Mary, where're you going to?
Mary, where you going to?