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 hairWhen 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 meAnd 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 me, I kiss her face so softly

Then my Mary wakes to love another dayAnd Mary's there in sunny days or stormy weather

She doesn't care 'cause right or wrong the love we share, we share together