Mary - Oingo Boingo

Oh, Mary was unhappy with the life that she led

She was a simple girl without much to say

So, one day, she upped and left her dreary home

And she left all her friends to wander all alone

And at first, she was afraid—she was so far away

From her home—but slowly, she got to like it anyway

Oh, Mary, won’t you please come…

Mary, won’t you please come…

Mary, won’t you please come…

Well, in time, she found that

Mountain that she had been taught

Her whole life that she must avoid

And though at first, it hurt and no one could comfort her

She finally came to appreciate it

And she liked it, she liked it—oh, wasn’t she surprised

And though still alone, she grew so much inside

Oh, Mary, won’t you please come…

Mary, won’t you please come…

Mary, won’t you please come…

And after a time, she became so sublime

She could look in people’s eyes and read their minds

Though her hands would sometimes bleed, and occasionally

She would long for her past and the memories they bring

She decided to return to her old hometown

And her heart was burning with all the things she found

Oh, Mary, won’t you please come…

Mary, won’t you please come…

Mary, won’t you please come…

Please come home…

So, Mary came back, and at first

No one recognized her face

And all her friends were all a little bit afraid

When they heard what she had to say

They all slowly backed away

And her family took her aside and put their arms around her

They said, «Mary, won’t you please come back to us now

There is still time to repent for all your sins.»

And Mary started to cry when she realized

That she’d never come home again in her life

Oh, Mary, won’t you please come…

Mary, won’t you please come…

Mary, won’t you please come…

Please come home…

Come home…