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