Watching the sun
Watching it come
Watching it come up over the rooftops
Cloudy and warm
Maybe a storm
You can never quite tell from the morning
And it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say
No to the morning
Yes, it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say
But come on, morning
Waiting for a mail
Maybe a tale
From an old friend or even a lover
Sometimes there's none
But we have fun
Thinking of all who might have written
And it's going to be a day
There is really no way to say
No to the morning
Yes, it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say
But come on, morning
And maybe
There are seasons
And maybe
They change
And maybe
To love is not so strange
The sounds of the day
Now they hurry away
Now they are gone until tomorrow
When day will break
And you will wake
And you will rake
Your hands across your eyes
And realize
That is going to be say
There is really no way to say
No to the morning
Yes, it's going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say
But come on, morning
And maybe
There are seasons
And maybe
They change
And maybe
To love is not so strange