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Mary In The Morning
(Johnny Cymbal / Michael Rashcow)

Copyright Pamco Music Inc.

Original by Al Martino in 1967

RCA studio session - June 4-8, 1970 - RCA's Studio B - Nashville
June 5, 6-9 pm, 10 pm-1 am, 1:30-4:30 am

ZPA4 1606-05

Overdub sessions for RCA - July 20, 1970 - RCA's Studio A - Nashville
ZPA4 1606-05

Overdub sessions for RCA - October 1, 1970 - RCA's Studio A - Nashville
ZPA4 1606-05

December 1970 LP RCA LSP 4445 Elvis, That's The Way It Is
Outtakes:

Takes 1 (fs), 2 (fs), 3 and 4: May 5, 2008 CD FTD 88697 29696-2 That's The Way It Is

Take 4: July 23, 2002 CD FTD 74321 95046-2 The Nashville Marathon

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, Ooo-oo

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
Oh, nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning
Chasing the rainbow in her dreams so far away
And when she turns to touch me I kiss her face so softly
And then my Mary wakes to love another day, Ooo-oo

And Mary's there, in summer days or stormy weather
She doesn't care, when right or wrong, the love we share
We share together, Ooo-oo
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, Ooo-oo

c f c g Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning f c f g when through the sleepy haze I see her lying there c f c g soft as the rain that falls on summer flowers f c f g c g f warm as the sunlight shining on her golden hair

f c g when I awake and see her there so close beside me f I want to take her in my arms g7 g the ache is there so deep inside ohhh

nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning chasing the rainbow in her dreams so far away and when she turns to touch me I kiss her face so softly and then my Mary wakes to love another day

(a piece of music, the same chords as the couplets)

and Mary's there in summer days or stormy weather she doesn't carem the 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