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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
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