I take a trip every evening, journey down memory laneStrolling along those familiar paths, living those days againI can always see my sweetheart, just as she used to beWaiting for someone at the garden gate, I know that someone is meBig brown eyes, curly hairCan't you tell I'm smerry?Rosy cheeks, ruby lipsCan't you tell I'm smerry?Oft times in the evening, we went strollingHand in hand together, beneath the balfour treesAnd I feel her hand in mine, as I settle on to mineJust a dreamie, of the hours I spent with MaryOft times in the evening, we went strollingHand in hand together, beneath the balfour treesAnd I feel her hand in mine, as I settle on to mineJust a dreamie, of the hours I spent with Mary
