In The Morning
Guess who’s back on the road again
Tryin’ to find a place where sorrow ends
To make amends
Ride to the land of the birds and trees
Bid farewell to your little three
And you shall be released
Absolutely free
Little boy, is y’r old man home
No, he’s down by the water feeling most alone
When the night fades into day
He will climb the white hills
Forever there to stay
When the smoke rolls
In the morning
When the night falls
In a warm embrace
When the smoke rolls
Like a waterfall
When the night falls
In the Lord’s arms
Copyright © 2007 Zwaardvis / Talpa Publishing
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