My Peggy Dear

You stood inside the screen door in a pretty yellow dress
The sun was going down and the sky was red
I was looking for the right kind of words to say
But honey, they're just wasn't much that could be said
A gentle breeze moved through the evergreens
As I made my way across the lawn
I turned around to look at you when I passed through the picket gate
That's when I turned around, in the street, you were gone
With a heavy heart, I walked the rest of the avenue
I only stopped once to tie my shoe
Peggy, my Peggy dear
I took a train from San Francisco to Omaha
I watched the landscape pass my by
I never felt so free in my whole life
I never felt more like wanting to die
I watched the mountains, lonely, disappear from view
I watched the muddy river roll and flow
I watched the roads turn to gravel
I watched the workers in the field in a row
Station to station, town to town
Speed her up and slow her down
Peggy, my Peggy dear
Sometimes I wonder how you are
Sometimes I want to tell you how I've been
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
If I was to ever see you again
I still got the rosary you brought me from Mexico
I carry it around in the pocket of my coat
I still got a picture of us down by the sea
Standing next to a little blue boat
And I try so hard not to think of you
Oh but it's hard to do
Peggy, my Peggy dear