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.

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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.
You're dreaming of the good times and you're smiling.

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Close beneath our window sill the Earth is humming,
Like an eager Christmas child the day is coming,
Listen to the morning song it's singing.

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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.

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