She told me she was leavin'
beneath the mistletoe.
I begged my Mary please,
tell me it ain't so.
But she turned around an' left me,
she walked right out the door.
And since my Mary done left me
Christmas won't be merry no more.

Now my nights'll all be silent
since it came out of the clear.
Like the downing of a thistle,
she suddenly wasn't here.
If my Mary'd come back to me,
just jingle that doorbell,
if my Mary'd come back to me,
then there'd be no ‘ell.

Outside the snow is fallin',
inside it's colder still.
Only my lovin' May
can thaw this winter chill.
The presents lie unopened
beneath the Christmas tree.
Now Christmas won't be merry
since my Mary done left me.

No, Christmas won't be merry
since my Mary done left me.