Upon the waking morning,
The sun lays a glistening blanket on the world.
I feel the cold sand on my feet,
The warm breeze enwraps my being.
Blue skies are the driving force behind the day,
Clouds peacefully roll through.
Tides wash and crash on the shore,
Oh! This day is peaceful.
Upon the morrow and upon the hills,
We slowly watch the day turn to night.
As the same as flint and steel spark,
The stars are illuminated.
The morning comes and I'm still with you,
So we let this day pass us by.
And let the hours fall through our fingers,
Oh! This day is peaceful.