

Morning pours across the table
Coffee rings and quiet air A little tune begins to settle
Like a thought that's always there Stay a while
in the golden light
Let the day
arrive so slow
Cup in hand
and the room feels right
Everything
moves soft and low Pages turn beside the window Spoons and saucers
make their rhyme
Simple hours begin to open
Easy as the morning time
No rush, no race
Just the room and a little grace No
rush, no race
Let it land in place
Stay a while in the golden light
Let the day arrive so slow Cup in hand and the room
feels right Everything
moves soft and low
Mmm, mm Morning
kind of glow