Lyrics

I always planned that I'd come back to Mary I'm in her yard but Mary didn't wait Now I'm watchin' through the roses––I can see them I'm one husband, two children, three years late One, two, three, I'm late, hope she don't see me I beg these roses cover up my face One, two, three, I'm late, now she don't need me I'm one husband, two children, three years late I cut across the neighbor's yard to get here I played a peepin' tom for Mary's sake I could have been the one to plant these roses I'm onе husband, two children, three years late Onе, two, three, I'm late, hope she don't see me I beg these roses cover up my face One, two, three, I'm late, now she don't need me I'm one husband, two children, three years late I'm one husband, two children, three years late