My Mary

I take a trip every evening, strolling down memory lane

I'd walk in again those familiar paths, dreaming those dreams again

And I can always see my sweetheart just as she used to be

Waiting for someone at the garden gate and I know that someone is me

Big brown eyes and curly hair

Can't you tell that's Mary?

Rosy cheeks and ruby lips

Can't you tell that's Mary?

Oft times in the evening, we'd go strolling

Hand in hand together beneath the pepper tree

And I can feel her hand in mine as I sit alone tonight

Dreaming of the hours I spent with Mary

Oft times in the evening, we'd go strolling

Hand in hand together beneath the pepper tree

And I can feel her hand in mine as I sit alone tonight

Dreaming of the hours I spent with Mary