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