The Waking Hour

I wake to the radio mornin news
Just as the day is dawnin'
And I watch from the window while a passing cloud
Dulls a hopeful morning
And I wonder will the girl I love
Come back with the morning
But the omen crow at the waking hour
Has given me fair warning

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

She was once my heart's delight
My need and my desire
She was my day, she was my night
My water and my fire
Oh and I was once the same to her
When we still walked together
But the heavy heart of the waking hour
Is expecting heavy weather

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound
And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

I know love, I've seen love's face
And I understand its sorrow
For every love I've ever had
Has always met tomorrow
Though I am Wednesday's child of woe
I try not to be ungrateful
Oh but I was born at midnight black
With a heart that can be hateful

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound
And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound
And the heart that's breaking...