My Mary

I take a trip every evening scrolling down memory lane

I'm walkin' 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 pearly hair and you'd tell that's Mary

Rosy cheeks and ruby lips can't you tell that's Mary

Ofttimes in the evenings we'd go scrolling

Hand in hand together beneath the pepper tree

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

Dreaming of the times I spent with Mary

Ofttimes in the evenings...

Oh gee wouldn't it be wonderful to open up the doors of the past

And live again as yesterday

But you know no matter where I wander no matter where I roam

There'll always be a place in my heart boys

Fofr a girl away back for a girl that I used to call Mary