Marybeth

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