I woke up one morning heard a robins song. I asked that robin, Why do you sing? It was a voice whose rhymes are worlds That made my song for me. How could I not sing? How could I not sing? I woke up on morning heard a robins song. I asked that robin, Who made your throat? That same hand that flies a million dawns Made my tiny throat and wrote my songs. How could I not sing? How could I not sing? I built an arbor, and I asked the vine, How come you grow so tall? If I can make it above the wall, That same hand that holds out hope for all Will gild me in the morning sky. And though I cannot sing, That hand a gentle wind will bring And make a rustling lullaby For milky, sleeping babes. How could I not grow? I woke up one morning, and I asked the sky, How can you bear such emptiness? For that bright eye that looks out and smiles And makes my night her day, What would I not bear? What would I not bear? I woke up one morning, and I heard her voice. She called me by my name. Who am I that she would call on me? Oh! What would I not give To be called her child? What would I not give To be called her friend? Im gonna wake up one morning, Im gonna see her face Smiling down on me. That morning sky and that robins song Are all the hope I need. I dont know how, and I dont know why. But Im gonna wake up one morning, and Ill see her face Smiling down on me. Im gonna wake up one morning. Im gonna wake up one morning. Im gonna wake up one morning.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 23:31:47 +0000
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