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've 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've 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've told you
Behold, I give you the morning
I give you the day