To the Morning

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 mail

Maybe a tail

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 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