It's morning o'er the Islands I love
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And wild seas lie still, deep and blue
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Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain
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If I never spend a morning without you
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If I never spend a morning without you
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When hope was an ocean-pounding heart
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Then love was the ship that carried me through
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And now I've reached my Island I'll find peace again
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If I never spend a morning without you
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If I never spend a morning without you
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Old the land, older its people. But the promise of new life is still
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the victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger,
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He can never call this land his home
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Nor wish the truth away.
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With the honesty of fire light on your face
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We while away the hours as lovers do
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At the closing of the evening I will ask no more
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If I never spend a morning without you
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If I never spend a morning without you
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Old the land, older its people. But the promise of new life is still
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the victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger,
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He can never call this land his home
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Nor wish the truth away.
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Though tomorrow is still no more than dreams
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It's yesterday that gives me strength to do
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For the hardest roads will run like silk to me,
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it seems.
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If I never spend a morning without you
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If I never spend a morning without you
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If I Never Spend A Morning Without You
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| Andy M. Stewart |
