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

As I awaken, I feel the warmth of her body beside me. I open my eyes and see blonde tresses strewn across the pillow, long lashes upon pale cheeks. She is still asleep; her chest rises and falls with a gentle rhythm.

I remember the first time I ever saw her. We had been married for several years, had experienced joys and sorrows, had buried an infant son. A freak accident had restored my sight to me, and my first request had been to see my wife. My hands ran slowly over the familiar face; I had memorized its every crease and wrinkle when I had only had my fingers to see with. Now I at last had the visual image to complement my tactile sensations.

"I never realized you were so beautiful."

And 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 me, I kiss her face so softly
Then my Mary wakes to love another day

She stirs in her sleep; one arm randomly flops across my body. I lift her hand and gently kiss it. Sightless eyes blink open; a smile begins to form at her lips.

"Good morning, sweetheart." I smile and kiss her.

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

We sit at the kitchen table. I break off a piece of pancake with my fork and hold it to her lips.

"Open your mouth," I say. She does so. She knows that she can trust me. Completely.

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

"It's going to be a nice day," she says. I see the sunlight shining on the dewy grass; she feels its warmth on her face through the window pane.

Yes, it's going to be a nice day.