My Mary
JIMMIE DAVIS, STUART HAMBLEN
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 scrolling
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...