My Mary

I take a trip every evening

Strolling 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 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 times I spent with Mary.

Ofttimes in the evenings 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 times I spent with Mary.

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

For a girl way back, for a girl that I used to call Mary...