Words/Music: Kantner, Slick, Crosby



Last electric Sunday mornin' waitin' in the park for the dawn

Listenin' to all the animals in the Park and in the city beyond

Flashin' with my lady.  Sky goin' black to blue

She said I got a surprise for you

  A child is coming

  A child is coming

  A child is coming to yu



What you gonna do when Uncle Samuel comes around

Askin' for the young one's name

And lookin' for the print of his hand for the files in their numbers game

I don't want his chance for freedom to ever be that slim

Let's not tell 'em about him --



It's gettin' better

  Like a mornin'   to be born