Mary Beth

Mary Beth -Peter Yarrow

The seagull in the dusty

Dawn is floating on the wind

His wings are still

And below the weary

Streets are breathing

Softly they are watching

They are not quite

Ready for the dawn

Oh Mary Beth I love you

And the city is so empty

I can not find my comfort

In the beauty of the morn

Below the weary streets

Are breathing

Softly they are watching

They are not quite

Ready for the dawn

One by one the

Street lights close

Their eyes to greet the sun

To greet the sun

I hear my footsteps falling

On the pavement

You are not beside me

What a hollow sound

They make alone

Why with all this beauty

Can I not enjoy myself alone

Is there a piece of

Me that's waiting

Am I incomplete

And hating all the times

I've never been with you before

Mary Beth I love you and

The city is so empty

I can not find my comfort

In the beauty of the morn

Below the weary

Streets are breathing

Softly they are watching

They are not quite ready

Ready for the dawn

The seagull in the dusty

Dawn is floating on the wind

His wings are still

And below the weary

Streets are breathing

Softly they are watching

They are mindful of the

Coming of my dawn

Mary Beth I love you

Mary Beth I love you