I GIVE YOU THE MORNING

ever again the morning creeps across your shoulder
through the frosted window pane the sun grows bolder
your hair flows down your pillow • you're still sleeping

through the waving curtain wall the sun is streaming
far behind your flickering eyelids you're still dreaming
you're dreaming of the good times and you're smiling

close beneath our window sill the earth is humming
like an eager Christmas child the day is coming
listen to the morning song it's singing

like an antique ballroom fan your eyelids flutter
sunlight streams across your eyes through open shutter
now I think you're ready for the journey

I think I'll wake you now and hold you
tell you again the things I told you
behold : I give you the morning • hmmm • I give you the day

                                                     tom paxton