When the morning comes
She breathes into me
And all my worries blissfully retreat
When the morning comes
It changes me
She steers the pale horizon to my feet
And the light, it takes control
O'er hills and misty shores
And the moon surrenders sky peacefully
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
She brings me to my knees
And lifts the veil of burden over me
When the morning comes
And promises sanctuary
My weary heart begins to start in faint memory
And the white gold dawn shudders forth
Paint the trees and aging seas
That are etched into the earth
When the morning comes
I can finally see
When the morning comes
It washes over me
When the morning comes
Full of hope and prophecy
For a time my aching soul can find reprieve
When the morning comes
In her wake, my steady breaks
And my body recedes
And in the dark when the empty starts
I fight for air with my mind laid bare
And hold on tight through the silent night
As I await the morning