Morning Way - Trader Horne

Dreaming strands of nightmare

Are sticking to my feet

It’s time to wake up and throw away

The last remaining sheet

Sunlight sliding down my back

And dripping on the gray

It’s time to watch the dawning light

Reveal the morning way

Dreams are fading

Now it’s nearly noon

And then it’s afternoon

The leaves are creeping

Green inside the day

To where the friends

Who used to lend me love

Are all above my head

And looking down at me

To smile at how it ought to be

To where the friends

Who used to lend me love

Are all above my head

And looking down at me

To smile at how it ought to be

To where the friends

Who used to lend me love

Are all above my head

And looking down at me

To smile at how it ought to be