Peter Sarstedt - Mulberry dawn

John ^DLennon was there, shouting on the ^Gking of ^ALondon Around ^DMark Place Square I remember it was ^Gspring in Lon^Adon But ^Gno one seem to notice what the ^Aworld was coming to It ^Gdidn't really matter, we ^Ddidn't have a clue We ran ^G/Bhead long^A, to the ^DMulberry Dawn

O the ^DConnies and girls looking at the ^Gland the big ^Aone And the ^Dfella's stood back wishing they could ^Gstand the big ^Aone But ^Gthey were beautiful girls and ^Aeverything was great And ^Gback in the apartment you ^Anever had to say it First the ^G/Bloving^A, then the ^DMulberry Dawn

^DSummer seasons in ^GBlackpool ^Dautographs on the ^D6pier ^DSome where there for the ^Gglory and ^Dsome where there for the ^D6beer ^D6Oh ^A/Ddear, ^D6oh ^A/Ddear

^DNow coming out of the ^Gbusiness the ^Drumblings have ^D6changed ^DNow nothing was for ^Gcertain and ^Deverything was ^D6strange It was ^D6so ^A/Dstrange, ^D6so ^A/Dstrange ^{A A A}

^GWe're flowing ^Alike seeds in the wind, ^Garrows straight^A to the mark ^GLove comes in ^Ato it's own,^G and sorrows ^Await in the dark And the ^Gchildren are ^Aborn, to the ^DMulberry Dawn

John ^DLennon was there, shouting on the ^Gking of ^ALondon In ^DRoger's old Jag, driving 'round the ^Gswing in Lon^Adon Oh ^Gbreaking with convention, yes ^Athat was all the rage And ^Gall you really wanna do is ^Aget back on the stage And play your ^G/Bmusic^A, to the ^DMulberry dawn ^GFirst the loving^A, then the ^DMulberry Dawn