Up in the morning

Up in the morning

Birds are singing breeze is blowing sun is shinning
Echoes of our conversations the night before


The day is new with other things to do looking forward
To talking with you again my faithful friend my faithful friend

Chorus;
Up in the morning never seems old up in the morning to ask
God 's grace and to start a new up in the morning

Dinner's awaiting friends are cheering dad and mom
Always thinking of what to do thinking of what to do

Everyday seems brand new even if it's the same things
To do some say it isn't that way at the end of the day I just say

Chorus


Up in the morning
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