(Dolly Parton)
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I open up my door to greet the early morning sun
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Closing it behind me and away I do run
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To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing in the tree
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In the meadow I go walking in the early morning breeze
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I cup my hands to catch a multi-colored butterfly
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Perched upon the petals of flowers growing wild
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Freeing it I watch it as it flies away from me
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To visit with the flowers in the early morning breeze
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Rainbow colored flowers kissed with early morning sun
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The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
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Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
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In the meadow where I'm walking in the early morning breeze
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Misty-eyed I look about the meadow where I stray
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For its there I find the courage to greet the coming day
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For there among the flowers I kneel gently to my knees
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To have a word with God in the early mornig breeze
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A rainbow colored meadow kissed with early morning sun
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The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
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Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
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In the meadow where I'm walking in the early morning breeze
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Early Morning Breeze
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| Dolly Parton |
