The Waking Hour

I wake to the radio mornin news
 Just as the day is dawnin'
 And I watch from the window while a passing cloud
 Dulls a hopeful morning
 And I wonder will the girl I love
 Come back with the morning
 But the omen crow at the waking hour
 Has given me fair warning
 And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound
 She was once my heart's delight
 My need and my desire
 She was my day, she was my night
 My water and my fire
 Oh and I was once the same to her
 When we still walked together
 But the heavy heart of the waking hour
 Is expecting heavy weather
 And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound
 And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound
 I know love, I've seen love's face
 And I understand its sorrow
 For every love I've ever had
 Has always met tomorrow
 Though I am Wednesday's child of woe
 I try not to be ungrateful
 Oh but I was born at midnight black
 With a heart that can be hateful
 And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound
 And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound
 And the heart that's breaking...