Horace Pinker Morning Sunshine
time to wake up to sunshine
now you don't pretend, don't pretend to sleep at all
precious little sleep i get
the day is moving past me by
a week or two now close my eyes
a month or so and now it's time to rise
the years rush by now memories fade into the night
the night is still so far from my dreams
the days they used to seem so long
when mornings come and gone
and all i have of you are precious little dreams
time to wake up black blue skies
now you don't pretend, don't pretend to sleep at all
precious little sleep i get
the years rush by now memories fade into the night
the night is all i own and all i see
all i own
the days they used to seem so long
when mornings come and gone
and all these memories are all i own
