Mornings are bright and fair, full of hope
Indeed my favourite in all the day
They remind me of you
Young and tender, so full of hope
The beauty of mornings, is the beauty of you
Mornings are sweet, just like candy
Eyes gently open to a new day
From a nightmare, or the sweetest dream
We all still smile to see the sun again
The beauty of mornings, is the beauty of you
Mornings are gentle, the breeze says it all
Sun rays through the window, gently caressing my face
Music from the early birds, touching my soul
Morning has come, I am alive!
The beauty of mornings, is the beauty of you