Early in the morning, I'll come calling, I'll come calling after you
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Darling if you answer, oh we'll wander, down the garden where it's cool
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Later we'd discover, all in covers, children silent as the stars
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Early in the morning, in the morning, everything at once is ours
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Early in the morning, I'll come calling, I'll come calling after you
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Though you seldom answer, still I wonder, what will pass here when you do
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Delicate in grasses, bright and ashen, breathing sweet a ruby nest
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Early in the morning, in the morning, withered, singing we will rest
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Early in the morning, in the morning, I will call for you
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Even though the words aren't clear,
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And even if my voice seems cruel
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Early in the morning, in the morning, red and almost true
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Dressing in my finest suit
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My cleanest shoes
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Making sure the crease is true
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Pressed and fresh and blue.
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Early In The Morning, I'll Come Calling
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| James Vincent Mcmorrow |
