Album: The Very Best of 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