When morning comes to me
I see the eyes of Margaret
I see the eyes of Margaret
When morning comes around

And when she comes near me
I see the eyes of Margaret
I see the smiles of Margaret
And time rolls around

When darkness comes near her, and I see a sign
The pen and the letter have faded and died
A promise is broken, a change in the tide
Someone is singing her song

And when she is lonely
I’ll take the hand of Margaret
I’ll hold the hand of Margaret
And she’ll come around

And when she is troubled
I’ll hear the cries of Margaret
I’ll dry the eyes of Margaret
And time rolls around