Mary in the morning

(Cymbal - Rashkow) 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 summerflowers Warm as the sunlight shining on her head 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 the rainbow in her dreams so far away And when she turns to touch me I kiss her fingers so softly And then my Mary wake to love and love again And Mary's there in summer days or stormy weather She doesn't care how right or wrong the love we share, We share together Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the evening Kissed by the shade 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