The Monkees
The Monkees - Early Morning Blues & Greens lyrics
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By diane hilderbrand and jack keller A distant night bird mocks the sun. I wake as I have always done, To freshly scented sycamore And cold bare feet on hardwood floor. My steaming coffee warms ny face Im diappointed in the taste. But theres a peace the early brings The morning world of growing things. [instrumental] I feel the moments hurry on It was today, its died away, And now it is forever gone. And I will drink my coffee slow And I will watch my shadow grow And disappear in firelight And sleep alone again tonight.