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The dawn is breaking through the morning still
I hear the lonely call of a whipporwill.
The morning is starting like the others
A child calls for his mother
The morning dew is heavy on the ground
As beautiful as the gift I've found.
Slowly the clouds start to drift
As they continue their morning lift.
The day lingers on as before,
Never knowing what we're heading for
As the sun comes shining through my door...
No never knowing what we're heading for.
The afternoon haze comes through the trees
Undisturbed by a single breeze.
The beauty of the beasts and flowers
Never notice the passing hours.
As the sun sinks slowly down behind the hill
I hear the lonely call of a whipporwill.
As the sun sinks slowly down behind the hill
I hear the lonely call of a whipporwill.
Words and music by Michael K. Allen
Copyright©1974