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