Morning on Amalfi
Sun spills on the terrace,
salt air in my hair
Lemons on the railing,
nobody to share (ooh yeah)
Coffee cup still steaming
by the terrace door
Swallows loop the clifftop
like they've done before
I hum a little something
just to greet the day
(mmm
hmm)
The boats below are waking up and catching light
Something in the morning says it all feels right (ohh)
Sun spills on the terrace,
salt air in my hair
Lemons on the railing,
nobody to share
But I don't mind,
no I don't mind at all
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
A fisherman below
is singing to his nets
The smell of orange blossoms and no trace of regrets
I pour another cup
and let the morning in (mmm)
Sun spills on the terrace,
salt air in my hair
Lemons on the railing,
nobody to share But I don't mind,
no I don't mind at all
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Oh the morning stays a little longer here
(ooh la la) Here on my balcony
(mmm
hmm)