Watching the sun...watching it come
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Watching it come up over the rooftops
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Cloudy and warm...maybe a storm
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You can never quite tell from the morning
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And it's going to be a day
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There is really no way to say no to the morning
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Yes it's going to be a day
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There is really nothing left to say but come on morning
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Waiting for mail
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Maybe a tale from an old friend or even a lover
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Sometimes there's none
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But we have fun thinking of all who might have written
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[Chorus]
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And maybe there are seasons
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And maybe they change
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And maybe to love is not so strange
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The sounds of the day
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Now they hurry away
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Now they are gone until tomorrow
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When day will break and you will wake
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And you will rake your hands across your eyes and realize
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That it's going to be a day
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There is really no way to say no to the morning
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Yes it's going to be a day
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There is really nothing left to say but come on morning
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And maybe there are seasons and maybe they change
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And maybe to love is not so strange
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To The Morning
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| Dan Fogelberg |
