SWEET MARY


I TAKE A TRIP EVERY EVENING
STROLLING DOWN MEMORY'S LANE
I WALK DOWN OLD FAMILIAR PATHS
AND DREAM THOSE DREAMS AGAIN
I 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, CURLY HAIR
CAN'T YOU TELL THAT'S MARY
ROSY CHEEKS, RUBY LIPS
CAN'T YOU TELL THAT'S MARY

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OFT TIMES IN THE EVENING WE GO STROLLING
HAND IN HAND TOGETHER 'NEATH THE PEPPER TREE
I CAN FEEL HER HAND IN MINE AS I SIT ALONE TONIGHT
DREAMING OF THE HOURS I SPENT WITH MARY