my mary

i take a trip every evening

journey down a memory lane

strolling again those familiar paths

dreaming those dreams again. i can always see my sweetheart

dressed like she used to be

waiting for someone by the garden gate

i know that someone is me. big brown eyes

ruby lips

can't you tell it's mary

rosy cheeks

curly hair

can't you tell it's my mary. all times in the evenings we'd go strolling

hand in hand together beneath the pepper trees

i can feel her hand in mine as i sit alone tonight

dreaming of the hours i've spent with my mary. all times in the evenings we'd go strolling

hand in hand together beneath the pepper trees

i can feel her hand in mine as i sit alone tonight

dreaming of the hours i've spent with my mary.