Come the wake of the morning eye, I rise
To find you there,
All the splendors of the night before,
Thrilled without a care.
Every day I have to spend, I live to be
With you.,
And all the love I have to give, every
Drop is true.
You are the morning flower, so grand
When in bloom,
Bringing back the light to this dark,
Dismal room.
Without you here I'd surely die, and
Walk the ghostly plain,
Now the only time you hear my voice,
Is when the heavens give up the rain.
