(words & music by Cymbal - Rashkow)

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 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 a rainbow in her dreams so far away
And when she turns to touch it I kiss her face so softly
And then my Mary wakes to love another day

And Mary´s there in sunny days or stormy weather
She doesn´t care, cause 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

And Mary´s there, and Mary´s there and Mary´s there