Dawn is a feeling, a beautiful ceiling,The smell of grass
When the sun goes down,And the clouds all frown,Night has
I see it all through my window it seems,Never failing,
Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way,
It
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night,Removes the colours from our
Balloons flying, children sighing,What a day to go kite flying.Breeze's
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning
Dawn is a feeling
A beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass
Just makes
I see it all through my window it seems
Never failing,
(Justin Hayward)
Tuesday afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on
