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