Lyrics My Mary - Texas Playboys, Bob Wills

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 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