My Mary

I take a trip every evening scrolling down memory lane
I'm walkin' again those familiar paths dreaming those dreams again
And I can 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 and pearly hair and you'd tell that's Mary
Rosy cheeks and ruby lips can't you tell that's Mary
Ofttimes in the evenings we'd go scrolling
Hand in hand together beneath the pepper tree
And I can feel her hand in mine as I sit alone tonight
Dreaming of the times I spent with Mary
[ fiddle - guitar ]
Ofttimes in the evenings...
Oh gee wouldn't it be wonderful to open up the doors of the past
And live again as yesterday
But you know no matter where I wander no matter where I roam
There'll always be a place in my heart boys
Fofr a girl away back for a girl that I used to call Mary

Похожие новости.

Хватит скорее колбаситься, нафиг - Мы начинаем урок географии ! На Амстердама причудливый запах мы из России двинем на запад. Прежде обдумаем все хорошенько - в Белоруссии бесится злой Лукашенко, в Польше - инфляция, в Латвии

They say we need to be A certain way to fit the mold Or so they say But who's they How can we pretend To care and bend because we're told We're not OK Who's they? Who's they? Who's

You never said, you never said, you never said That it would be this hard Love is meant to be forever, now or never seems to discard There's gotta be a better way

Если поставить на весы твои глупости А на другую чашу лишь сухое "прости" То вряд ли перевесит это второе первое Тебе предан и тобою тоже предан И снова ветром унесенные куда то вдаль Мысли о

Every night I sit and cry Every night I sit and wonder why Is still nobody knows? And we living in houses of rosen rose And yet we so far apart And it's also hard