Bob Wills - My Mary lyrics

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 as she used to be Waiting for someone at the garden gate, I know that someone is me Big brown eyes curly hair, can't you tell it's Mary Rosy cheeks ruby lips, can't you tell it's my Mary Often 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 Just dreaming of the hours I've spent with my Mary Often 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 Just dreaming of the hours I've spent with my Mary