Texty: Horace Pinker. Morning Sunshine.

time to wake up to sunshine
now you don't pretend, don't pretend to sleep at all
precious little sleep i get

the day is moving past me by
a week or two now close my eyes
a month or so and now it's time to rise

the years rush by now memories fade into the night
the night is still so far from my dreams

the days they used to seem so long
when mornings come and gone
and all i have of you are precious little dreams

time to wake up black blue skies
now you don't pretend, don't pretend to sleep at all
precious little sleep i get

the years rush by now memories fade into the night
the night is all i own and all i see

all i own

the days they used to seem so long
when mornings come and gone
and all these memories are all i own