Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulder Through the frosted window pane the sun grows bolder Your hair flows down your pillow, you're still sleeping.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you Tell you again the things I told you Behold I give you the morning hm, I give you the day
Through the waving curtain wall the sun is streaming Far behind your flickering eyelids you're still dreaming You're dreaming of the good times and you're smiling
I think I'll wake you now and hold you Tell you again the things I told you Behold I give you the morning hm, I give you the day
Close beneath our window still the Earth is humming Like an eager Christmas child the day is coming Listen to the morning song it's singing.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you Tell you again the things I told you Behold I give you the morning hm, I give you the day
Like an antique ballroom fan your eyelids flutter Sunlight streams across your eyes through open shutter Now I think you're ready for the journey.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you Tell you again the things I told you Behold I give you the morning hm, I give you the dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
