Lyrics

THIS MORNING'S SUN


morning and the sun's late
it will eventually come up

here with you it's warm in bed
heavy blankets all around
open windows and soft breathing

those drowsy eyes
as soon as they open
sunlight in my heart
without those eyes
dawn brings just another day

evening and the dark
all those years when dusk
meant only no more light
now the light that bathes me
takes no account of the hours

it's so simple when it finally happens
it can't be forced or known

such are the many forms of grace
such are the many forms of grace

the sun comes up
every morning