My mary

I take a trip every evening journey down memory lane
Strolling along those familiar paths living those days again
I can always see my sweetheart just as she used to be
Waiting for someone by the garden gate and I know that someone is me

Big brown eyes and curly hair now can't you tell that's Mary
Rosy cheeks and ruby lips oh 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
Just a dreaming of the hours I spent with Mary

Oh gee wouldn't it be wonderful to open up the doors of the past
And live again as in yesterday
But you know no matter where I wander and no matter where I roam
There'll always be a place in my heart boys
For a girl away oh for a girl that I used to call Mary

Ofttimes in the evenings we'd go scrolling...