Oh, comes the morning The sun is still yawning The light has brought day to us here As the breeze summons buds on the trees to reappear
Oh, it's the morning Warm rays are a-falling Through the leaves with fresh dew on their face Ever moving to find the right place to catch the sun
Oh, it's the morning Rearranged through the dawning In the mist slowly stirring the ground Lonely feelings with grease-paint and saw-dust all around
Don't take me for what I am worth We can make it if only my feet can touch the EarthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
