early in the morning, i’ll come calling, i’ll come calling after you darling if you answer, oh we’ll wander, down the garden where it’s cool later we’d discover, all in covers, children silent as the stars early in the morning, in the morning, everything at once is ours
early in the morning, i’ll come calling, i’ll come calling after you though you seldom answer, still i wonder, what will pass here when you do delicate in grasses, bright and ashen, breathing sweet a ruby nest early in the morning, in the morning, withered, singing we will rest
early in the morning, in the morning, i will call for you even if the words aren’t clear, and even if my voice seems cruel early in the morning, in the morning, red and almost true
dressing in my finest suit my cleanest shoes making sure the crease is true pressed and fresh and blue.