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By diane hilderbrand and jack keller A distant night bird mocks the sun. I wake as i have always done, To freshly scented sycamore And cold bare feet on hardwood floor. My steaming coffee warms ny face I'm diappointed in the taste. But there's a peace the early brings The morning world of growing things. [instrumental] I feel the moments hurry on It was today, it's died away, And now it is forever gone. And i will drink my coffee slow And i will watch my shadow grow And disappear in firelight And sleep alone again tonight. more free lyrics
By diane hilderbrand and jack keller A distant night bird mocks the sun. I wake as i have always done, To freshly scented sycamore And cold bare feet on hardwood floor. My steaming coffee warms ny face I'm diappointed in the taste. But there's a peace the early brings The morning world of growing things. [instrumental] I feel the moments hurry on It was today, it's died away, And now it is forever gone. And i will drink my coffee slow And i will watch my shadow grow And disappear in firelight And sleep alone again tonight.