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
I'm Diappointed In The Taste.
But There's A Peace The Early Brings
The Morning World Of Growing Things.

[Instrumental]

I Feel The Moments Hurry On
It Was Today, It's 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.