Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can Feel Him In The Morning, artist - Grand Funk Railroad. Album song Survival, in the genre Хард-рок
Date of issue: 14.04.1971
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
I Can Feel Him In The Morning |
Child 1: |
He kind of started all the plants growing, and he started people. |
well, i guess he’s kind of big and fat. |
Child 2: |
He can see us wherever we do … whatever we do. |
he has such powerful eyes -- |
he has to have millions and thousands and billions. |
and he can still see us when we’re bad. |
Child 3: |
He could be sitting on the table right now, but you can’t see him. |
Child 4: |
He can’t be everywhere at once doing everything for everybdy. |
everybody can’t |
get what they want. |
Child 5: |
Well, his job is to make us good and to make us happy and make us parents happy. |
Child 6: |
Good is the right thing and bad is the wrong thing. |
Child 7: |
When i’m good my mother never yells at me, when i’m bad she does. |
Child 8: |
Good means to obey your mother and father, to do what the teacher says -- the |
things right. |
i feel miserable when i’m … when i’m bad, i feel miserable on the inside but, on the outside, i just |
Like i … i feel now. |
Child 9: |
I think … um, um … there are more people that are bad than there are good. |
and, um … if you’re good, you’ll live forever. |
and, if you’re bad, |
you’ll die when you die … (repeat last sente |
Wo more times to fade in echo) |
Take me down to the water, let me feel it run over me. |
Let me feel the pain and the coldness, the loneliness that there must be. |
Whoa, can’t you see their dreams, as they go drifting by? |
Whoa, can’t you see their faces, and their tear-soaked eyes? |
I can feel him in the morning, i can feel him in the evening too. |
I can hear him in the morning, tellin’me what i got to do. |
Got to make a new world, ought to make the old one right. |
I can see him in the morning, i can see him in the stars at night. |
Take me out to the battlefield, let me hear the shells flying by. |
Let me hear the sound of the cannons, let me hear them scream and cry. |
Whoa, can’t you hear their dreams, as they tumble to the blood-soaked ground? |
Whoa, hear them scream for shelter, from the world they never found. |
Oooo, oooo, oooo, oooo-ooo. |
(repeated out to end) |