P.J. Proby
Mary in the Morning
Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morningWhen through the sleepy haze I see her lying thereSoft as the rain that falls on summerflowersWarm as the sunlight shining on her headWhen I awake and see her there so close beside meI want to take her in my arms,The ache is there so deep inside meNothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morningChasing the rainbow in her dreams so far awayAnd when she turns to touch me I kiss her fingers so softlyAnd then my Mary wake to love and love againAnd Mary's there in summer days or stormy weatherShe doesn't care how right or wrong the love we share,We share togetherNothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the eveningKissed by the shade of night and starlight in her hairAnd as we walk, I hold her close beside meAll our tomorrows for a lifetime we will share
From Letras Mania