Speak to me softly misty morning.
Brush the sleep out of my tired eyes.
Here is the new day, come to greet me.
Seduce me with a world of clear blue skies.
CHORUS
Athough I've been down
I know it's not too late
for me to get back on my feet again.
My feet again.
I'll take a moment.
Just to sit here.
To paint this picture in my mind.
These simple moments are gone too quickly.
I'll do my best to keep them frozen in time.
CHORUS
Copyright, Clifford S. Knizley, 1994