Morning come to the window and
Push light against my face and hands
Lifting me from a slumber still
Pulling the dust against my will
I'm taking the stairway to the well
Walking with lightness I have felt
Kicking up leaves that catch the wind
Landing with destination planned
The willows they hang in their weeping way
Down the path to cottonwood bay
Beneath the river rocks I placed
A story for tomorrow
Mother you're teaching me to crawl
While father is picking up the fall
Tying our fingers red with string
As not to forget what day can bring
The willows they hang in their weeping way
Down the path to cottonwood bay
Beneath the river rocks I placed
A story for tomorrow