I Give You the Morning - Jim McCann

Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulders

Through he frosted window pane the sun grows bolder

Your hair flows down your pillow, you’re still sleeping

I think I’ll wake you now and hold you

Tell you again the things I’ve told you

Behold I give you the morning

I give you the day

Through the waving curtain wall the sun comes streaming

Far behind your flickering eyelids, you’re still dreaming

You’re dreaming of the good times, and you’re smiling

I think I’ll wake you now and hold you

Tell you again the things I’ve told you

Behold I give you the morning

I give you the day

Close beneath the window cill the earth is humming

Like an eager Christmas child, the day is coming

Listen to the morning’s song, it’s singing

I think I’ll wake you now and hold you

Tell you again the things I’ve told you

Behold I give you the morning

I give you the day

Like an antique ballroom fan your eyelids flutter

Sunlight streams across your eyes, trough open shutters

Now I think you’re ready for the journey

I think I’ll wake you now and hold you

Tell you again the things I’ve told you

Behold I give you the morning

I give you the day