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Standing here at the break of day
When the morning twilight is forced away
When the cry of birdsong stretches far and near
And that bright yellow ball, the sun starts to appear
Clouds that in time will fill the sky
Unless with the heat they boil and fry
Or the wind it picks up and blows them away
Then maybe we will have a glorious day
The grass in the fields bends softly to and fro
As the crows they gather and off foraging they go
Chaffinches sing a most beautiful song
It could be one of those days where little goes wrong
Through the bedroom window just at the edge of sight
Lay another picture in the morning light
Cars on a motorway, nose to tail tempers high
Everyone rushing as the day goes by
For me I think breakfast out here on the lawn
And watch the events of this beautiful dawn
Watching nature as it makes its way
Stretching and waking at the start of the day |
