| Every time I wake each morning
|
| Just to see a brand new day
|
| I lift up my heart and remind myself
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| To forever give my Father all the thanks
|
| I witness all nature calling
|
| As the winter leaves are falling
|
| Before they touch the ground reminds me
|
| Of my spirit floating on a cloud
|
| These impressions, they remind me of
|
| The day I tasted Heaven? |
| s glory
|
| Light upon me as a gentile dove
|
| It was both sweet and divine
|
| It felt like the morning? |
| s dew
|
| Descending upon me anew
|
| Sealed within my soul a song of love
|
| One that I? |
| d never learned, and since not have heard
|
| Ohhh
|
| Every time I wake each morning
|
| Just to see a brand new day
|
| I lift up my heart and remind myself
|
| To forever give my Father all the thanks
|
| These impressions, they remind me of
|
| The day I tasted Heaven? |
| s glory
|
| Light upon me as a gentile dove
|
| It was both sweet and divine
|
| It felt like the morning? |
| s dew
|
| Descending upon me anew
|
| Sealed within my soul a song of love
|
| One that I? |
| d never learned, and since not have heard
|
| Ohhh
|
| I witness all nature calling |
| As the winter leaves are falling
|
| Before they touch the ground reminds me
|
| Of my spirit floating on a cloud |