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

Oft times 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

[ fiddle - guitar ]

Oft times 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 away back, for a girl that

I used to call Mary