Lyrics:

A Distant Night Bird Mocks The Sun.
i Wake As I Have Always Done,
to Freshly Scented Sycamore
and Cold Bare Feet On Hardwood Floor.

my Steaming Coffee Warms Ny Face
i'm Diappointed In The Taste.
but There's A Peace The Early Brings
the Morning World Of Growing Things.

[instrumental]

i Feel The Moments Hurry On
it Was Today, It's Died Away,
and Now It Is Forever Gone.

and I Will Drink My Coffee Slow
and I Will Watch My Shadow Grow
and Disappear In Firelight
and Sleep Alone Again Tonight.