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.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you
Tell you again the things I've told you
Behold, I'll give you the morning
I'll give you the day.
Through the waving curtain wall the sun is 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'll give you the morning
I'll give you the day.
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.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you
Tell you again the things I've told you
Behold, I'll give you the morning
I'll give you the day.