Up again
Later than I should
Later than I would
If I was wide awake
I'm thinking when
There's nothing to think of
Insomnia is love
That keeps me up this late
Giver of Thy glowing light
Thou seems a God of other days
I'm growing old and growing cold
And searching for Thy genial rays
If only I
Could live in present time
Then everything'd be fine
At least that's what I hear
And though I try
I'm always wanting more
Or always longing for
The days of yesteryear
Giver of Thy glowing light
Thou seems a God of other days
I'm growing old and growing cold
And searching for Thy genial rays
Well as we change
It's kind of strange
That nothing seems to change at all
Seasons turn
And so we yearn
For summer, winter, spring and
Follow me, follow he, follow's she
Follow me fall, oh we follow Thee
The warming sky
Is filled with autumn gold
So why am I so cold
And yet the rivers run
Well so would I
But nowhere to run to
So I ran into you
And finally felt the sun
Giver of Thy glowing light
You came and woke me from my daze
And though I'm told I'm growing old
I still live in Thy genial rays
Oh I still live in Thy genial rays