The morning is a friend of mine,
It always plays my song.
And anytime I ask the wind
It lets me tag along.
I read the lessons in the leaves.
They've a world of things to tell me.
I always keep my pockets filled
With pumpkin seeds and time.
I have no secrets from the sun,
And I'll have none from you.
And if you're going to the fair,
I'll walk alone with you.
The day is shining in our hands
Like a dime to spend together,
And we can talk of many things,
Of cabbages and love.
Maybe we'll make each other laugh,
And maybe we will cry.
And maybe we'll be each other's friend
Before we say goodbye.
Goodbye.