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From the first light of morning sun
To the end of the day when your work is done
Do you ever feel more than one lone soul
Seeking that which will make you whole
Tell me who you are
(In your very quiet tone)
Here with open arms
(Never will you be alone)
Lie here next to me
(Listen to the morning call)
These days will be ours
(Tired weary hands and all)
To the light of the fading sun
To the end of the day when your toil is done
Take your tired hands and your aching bones
And make your way to me before you comatose
Tell me who you are
(In your very quiet tone)
Here with open arms
(Never will you be alone)
Lie here next to me
(Listen to the morning call)
These days will be ours
(Tired weary hands and all)
