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Lyricist: The Monkees
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.
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