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 curly hair
And you'd tell that's Mary
Rosy cheeks and ruby lips
Can't you tell that's Mary

Of times 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
For a girl away back for a girl that I used to call Mary