| Brother to brother, soldier to a sage | |
| Quietly pressing along the way | |
| Fields of lonely, mighty clouds of joy | |
| Well, they change from day to day | |
| So if you wake up to the sunrise | |
| Then let it take you to a better state of mind | |
| Ask of the night, what has it brought | |
| Has it brought your way? Hey, hey, yeah, yeah | |
| Carry on, my brother | |
| Don't let it bring you down | |
| Carry on, my brother | |
| It's gonna be alright | |
| When the mornin' comes | |
| Carry on, my brother | |
| Don't let it bring you down | |
| Carry on, my brother | |
| Oh, it's gonna be alright | |
| It's gonna be alright | |
| When the mornin' comes | |
| Carry on, my brother, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Don't let it bring you down | |
| Carry on, my brother, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| It's gonna be alright | |
| It's gonna be alright | |
| When the mornin' comes | |
| Oh, now, when the mornin' comes | |
| Yeah, when the mornin' comes | |
| Oh, oh, when the mornin' comes, yeah |