Texty: The Four Seasons. Dawn.

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
Go away back where you belong
Girl we can't
Change the places where we were born.

Before you say
That you want me
I want you to think
What your family would say

Think
What your throwing away
Now think what the future would be with a poor boy like me
Me

Dawn
Go away, I'm no good for you
Dawn
Go away, I'm no good for you