I take a trip every evening, journey down memory lane
Strolling along those familiar paths, living those days again
I can always see my sweetheart, just 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 I'm smerry?
Rosy cheeks, ruby lips
Can't you tell I'm smerry?
Oft times in the evening, we went strolling
Hand in hand together, beneath the balfour trees
And I feel her hand in mine, as I settle on to mine
Just a dreamie, of the hours I spent with Mary
Oft times in the evening, we went strolling
Hand in hand together, beneath the balfour trees
And I feel her hand in mine, as I settle on to mine
Just a dreamie, of the hours I spent with Mary
