My Cathedral - Jim Reeves

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 like she used to be Waiting for someone by the garden gate I know that someone is me Big brown eyes ruby lips can’t you tell it’s Mary

Rosy cheeks curly hair can’t you tell it’s my Mary

All times in the evenings we’d go scrolling

Hand in hand together beneath the pepper trees

I can feel her hand in mine as I sit alone tonight

Dreaming of the hours I’ve spent with my Mary

All times in the evenings…