Mary In the Morning 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 f ...