Early In the Morning Vanity Fair (#12 in 1969)

Evening is the time of day I find nothing much to say
Don't know what to do, but I come to
When it's Early In the Morning over by the window day is dawning
When I feel 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 meadow tells me that today
You're on your way and you'll be coming home, home to me.
 
Night time isn't clear to me, I find nothing near to me,
Don't know what to do but I come to,
When it's Early In the Morning very very early without warning
I can feel a newly born vibration sneaking up on me again,
There's a song bird on my pillow I can see the fun in weeping willow,
I can see the sun you're on you way and you'll be coming home to me.
When it's Early In the Morning very very early without warning
I can feel a newly born vibration sneaking up on me again,
There's a song on my pillow I can see the fun in weeping willow,
I can see the sun you're on way and you'll be coming home,
Home to me.