Pretty as a midsummer’s morn,
They call her Dawn.
Dawn,
Go away I’m no good for you.
Oh Dawn,
Stay with him, he’ll be good to you.
Hang on,
Hang on to you.
Think,
What a big man he’ll be.
Think,
Of the places you’ll see.
Now think what the future would be with a poor boy like me.
Dawn go away,
Please go away.
Although I know,
I want you to stay.
Dawn go away,
Please go away.
Baby, don’t cry.
It’s better this way.
Ahh, ahh, ah.
Ohh-ohh-oh.
Dawn,