I GIVE YOU THE MORNING 

Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulders. 
Through he 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 give you the morning, 
I give you the day. 

Through the waving curtain wall the sun comes 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 give you the morning, 
I give you the day. 

Close beneath the window cill the earth is humming. 
Like an eager Christmas child, the day is coming. 
Listen to the morning's 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 give you the morning, 
I give you the day. 

Like an antique ballroom fan your eyelids flutter. 
Sunlight streams across your eyes, trough open shutters. 
Now I think you're ready for the journey. 

I think I'll wake you now and hold you, 
Tell you again the things I've told you. 
Behold I give you the morning, 
I give you the day.