Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulder Through the 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 told you Behold I give you the morning I give you the day Through the waving curtain wall the Sun is 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 told you Behold I give you the morning I give you the day Close beneath our window sill the Earth is humming Like an eager Christmas child, the day is coming Listen to the morning song it's singing I think I'll wake you now and hold you Tell you again the things I 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 through open shutter 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 told you Behold I give you the morning I give you the day