Morning

Morning, Like a picture without a frame

Morning, like a smile without a name

Simple, oh, so simple, and yet so true

Oh morning, I know now, why your sky is so blue

Only I, I cannot see through it;

Oh, so, see behind it

There are some things so beautiful

They're just undefined

Morning. like a prophet without a word

Oh morning, like a soldier without a soul

My, my, my, funny how we see so much

But cannot feel a thing

Oh my sweet savior, morning. hear me sing

Hear me sing

Morning

Morning

Morning

Morning