Oh, comes the morning
The sun is still yawning
The light has brought day to us here
As the breeze summons buds on the trees to reappear
Oh, it's the morning
Warm rays are a-falling
Through the leaves with fresh dew on their face
Ever moving to find the right place to catch the sun
Oh, it's the morning
Rearranged through the dawning
In the mist slowly stirring the ground
Lonely feelings with grease-paint and saw-dust all around
Don't take me for what I am worth
We can make it if only my feet can touch the Earth