Lyrics:
A distant night bird mocks the sunI wake as I have always doneTo freshly scented sycamoreAnd cold bare feet on hardwood floorMy steaming coffee warms my faceI'm disappointed in the tasteBut there's a peace the early bringsThe morning world of growing thingsI feel the moments hurry onIt was today, it's died awayAnd now it is forever goneAnd I will drink my coffee slowAnd I will watch my shadow growAnd disappear in firelightAnd sleep alone again tonight