Letras: Joe Purdy. Mary May & Bobby.

It was a fine day in the fifth grade
when Mary May let Bobby walk her home from school.
He had her books in hand,
and he was listening to every word she said
like it was the gospel of the prophecies.
And he loved the way her hair fell across her dress.
Went home singing, "Who wrote the book of love"
and try a little tenderness, yeah.

The next day on the playground,
Bobby sat Mary down on the swing set behind the sandbox
and she said, "Bobby I just want to play,
so what is this you have to say?"
He said, "Mary, marry me.
We could live out by the sea
like they do on the movie screen.
Oh, marry me, Mary May,
before you go back to play."

It was graduation day.
They were waiting on a plane to take Mary away.
Said, "There's nothing left for me here but you.
Bobby, I hope that you can find yourself through.
There's so much that I wish to know,
and I have to do this on my own
and I hope that you can understand.
Bobby, write me when you can.

He said, "Take my high school ring,
so time to time now you can think of me
and there's just one more thing before you leave..."

He said, "Mary, marry me
we could live out by the sea
Oh, like they do on the movie screen.
Oh, marry me, Mary May,
before you up and fly away."

There's so much time has passed since that day
and Mary stopped writing years ago
and Bobby never took his music on the road.
Guess he never really gave up hope.
Now Mary she's got everything she thought she wanted
got a Ph.D., she is an independent business woman
climbing up the corporate ladder
though it really don't seem to matter,
she is lonely beyond belief.
So one day she went home
looking for the only love she'd ever known.

She found him once again,
playing a circuit at the Holiday Inn,
still singing the song about the one he lost long ago.
Just goes to show, you never know.

She took his hand in hers
not everything she had planned and rehearsed.
She said, "Bobby, marry me.
We could live in a apartment building with a window view.
We could take in movies on the weekend
while planning our vacation.
Take a honeymoon by the sea.
Oh Bobby, won't you just marry me?
Won't you just marry me?
Oh please, marry me."

It was a fine day in the fifth grade
when Mary May let Bobby walk her home from school