Mary In The Morning

Nothing’s quite as pretty as Mary in the morning

When through a sleepy haze I see her lying there

Soft as the rain that falls on summer flowers

Warm as the sunlight shining on her golden hair

When I awake I see her there so close beside me

I want to take her in my arms

The ache is there so deep inside me

Nothing’s quite as pretty as Mary in the morning

Chasing the rainbow in her dreams so far away

And when she turns to touch me I kiss her face so softly

And then my Mary wakes to love another day

And Mary’s there in summer days or stormy weather

She doesn’t care, or right or wrong the love we share

We share together

Nothing’s quite as pretty as Mary in the evening

Kissed by the shades of night and starlight in her hair

And as we walk I hold her close beside me

All our tomorrows for a lifetime we will share

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