Mulberry Dawn - Peter Sarstedt

John Lennon was there, shouting on the king of London

Around Mark Place Square I remember it was spring in London

But no one seem to notice what the world was coming to It didn’t really matter, we didn’t have a clue

We ran head long, to the Mulberry Dawn

O the Connies and girls looking at the land the big one

And the fella’s stood back wishing they could stand the big one

But they were beautiful girls and everything was great

And back in the apartment you never had to say it First the loving, then the Mulberry Dawn

Summer seasons in Blackpool autographs on the pier

Some where there for the glory and some where there for the beer

Oh dear, oh dear

Now coming out of the business the rumblings have changed

Now nothing was for certain and everything was strange

It was so strange, so strange

We’re flowing like seeds in the wind, arrows straight to the mark

Love comes in to it’s own, and sorrows wait in the dark

And the children are born, to the Mulberry Dawn

John Lennon was there, shouting on the king of London

In Roger’s old Jag, driving 'round the swing in London

Oh breaking with convention, yes that was all the rage

And all you really wanna do is get back on the stage

And play your music, to the Mulberry dawn

First the loving, then the Mulberry Dawn