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 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 wakes 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 shades of night and starlight in her hair,
And as we walk I hold her close beside me,
All our tomorrow's for a lifetime we will share.