Mary In The Morning

Nothing's quite as pretty, as Mary in the morning
When through the 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
And 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 a rainbow, in her dreams so far away
And when she turns to touch it, I kiss her face, so softly
Then my Mary wakes, to love another day

And Mary's there
In sunny days or stormy weather
She doesn't care
'Cause, 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 on her hair
And as we walk, I hold her close beside me
All our tomorrows, for a lifetime, we will share

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah