Music and Lyrics by Alastair Moock ©2017 Moockshake Music
Every morning ‘fore the birds are calling
And the first light is falling on the lines of her face
I embrace her and try not to wake her
As I thank the maker for good fortune and fate
In that stillness it feels just like Christmas
How’d I get to witness all the beauty and grace
Of a morning ‘fore the birds are calling
And the first light is falling on the lines of her face
How’d it happen that this life could happen
I ought to be saddened by the world in its state
But the vision of her there ‘fore she’s risen
Takes the bars from my prison and opens the gate
And I wonder ‘fore I fall back a’ slumber
How I managed to wander into such a sweet place
As a morning ‘fore the birds are calling
And the first light is falling on the lines of her face