Morning

Watching the sun
 Watching it come
 Watching it come up
 Over the rooftops
 Cloudy and warm
 Maybe a storm
 You can never quite tell
 From the morning
 And it's going to be a day
 There is really no way to say
 No to the morning
 Yes it's going to be a day
 There is really nothing left to say
 But come on morning
 Waiting for mail
 Maybe a tail
 From an old friend
 Or even a lover
 Sometimes there's none
 But we have fun
 Thinking of all who might
 Have written
 And it's going to be a day
 There is really no way to say
 No to the morning
 Yes it's going to be a day
 There is really nothing left to say
 But come on morning
 And maybe there are seasons
 And maybe they change
 And maybe to love is not so strange
 The sounds of the day
 Now they hurry away
 Now they are gone until tomorrow
 When day will break
 And you will wake
 And you will rake your hands
 Across your eyes and realize
 That it's going to be a day
 There is really no way to say
 No to the morning
 Yes it's going to be a day
 There is really nothing left to say
 But come on morning
 And maybe there are seasons
 And maybe they change
 And maybe to love is not so strange