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
