(Springfield)

She remembers the night they first were alone

When he took her home and he said,

"I need you, won't you stay?"

And all through the night his eyes had a light

That burned very bright and she hoped

His words weren't well read lines

A little ill at ease she whispered "Baby, please...



Treat me gently in the morning

Take my heart but stay with me

Treat me gently in the morning, please"



Her mamma said, "Silly girl you should marry him or leave

He'll only make you grieve when he decides it's over

Wake up child"

But the years fell away, they grew closer they found

Though they had their ups and downs just like lovers do

Still she'd say, "It's okay to fight, when were alone late at night

I'll always say...



Treat me gently in the morning

Take my heart but stay with me

Treat me gently in the morning, please"



It all went so fast one day he went away

He said St. Tropez but he died that winter in a plane

The last thing he sent was a postcard from Rome

It read, "I'm coming home, Lady, I love you"

And under his name was a P.S. that read

Very simply it said...



Treat me gently in the morning

I can't live another night

Treat me gently in the morning

I'll be on that plane tonight..