I Give You The Morning

Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulders
Through he 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've told you
Behold I give you the morning
I give you the day

Through the waving curtain wall the sun comes 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've told you
Behold I give you the morning
I give you the day

Close beneath the window cill the earth is humming
Like an eager Christmas child, the day is coming
Listen to the morning's song, it's singing

I think I'll wake you now and hold you
Tell you again the things I've told you
Behold I give you the morning
I give you the day

Like an antique ballroom fan your eyelids flutter
Sunlight streams across your eyes, trough open shutters
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've told you
Behold I give you the morning
I give you the day

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