In my good good morning
I'm up before the sun can bring,
Early morning, and everyone
Like a shiny thing
All my angels appear
Before my window saying
"good morning"
In my good morning
In my good, good morning
I feel before my thoughts all spring
Am I conscious or
Is this my unconscious being
No more like a dream than a
God before my conscious saying
"good morning" in my good morning?
In my good, good morning
I'm up before the sun can bring,
Early morining, and everyone like a shiny
Thing
No more like a dream, then a God before
My conscious saying
"good morning" in my good morning