Evening is the time of day.
I find nothing much to say.
Don't
know what to do,
but I come to you.
When it's early in the morning,
over by the window, day is dawning.
When I feel the air,
I feel that life is everything to me, you know.
In the sun there's so much yellow,
something in the early morning bell
tells me that today
you're on your way
and you'll be coming home,
home to me.
Nighttime isn't clear to me,
I find nothing near to me.
Don't know what to do,
but I come to you.
When it's early in the morning,
very, very early, without warning,
I can feel the newly born vibration
sneaking up on me again.
There's a songbird on my pillow,
I can see the falling, weeping willow,
I can see the sun,
you're on your way,
and you'll be coming home to me.
When it's early in the morning
over by the window
Day is dawning when I'm in the air
I feel that life is very good to me,
you know
In the sun there's so
much yellow
Something in the early morning bell
Tells me that today you're on your way
And you'll be coming home,
home to me
Home to me
You'll be coming home to me
You'll be coming home to me