In the Morning

And I said please, just let me be

And in the morning, I see my lover
He keeps calling out to me
And by the noontide, I see my sister
She keeps calling out to me

And in the tree tops I see my true self
She keeps callin' out to me
And in the valley I see my ego
And it keeps calling out to me

And in the forest, I see my young self
She keeps calling out to me
Words resounding, and words so softly
They keep calling out to me

And in the churches, I see the sinners
They keep singing out to me
And in the downtown bars I see them true folk
They keep calling out to me



Credits
Writer(s): Dead Horses
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