Morning, like a picture
Without a frame
Morning, like a smile
Without a name

Simple, so simple but yet, so true
Oh morning I know now why your sky is so blue

Oh II cannot see through
What the whole soul can see behind
There are some things so beautiful, yet still undefined

Morning, like a prophet without a word
Morning, like a soldier without a sword
Woah now

It's funny how we see so much
But cannot feel a thing
Oh my sweet saviour
Morning, here me sing
Here me sing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Morning, morning, morning, oh now morning
Morning, morning, morning
Morning, morning, morning, oh no morning
Morning, morning, morning