| I open up my door to greet the early morning sun
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| Closing it behind me and away i do run
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| To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing in the tree
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| In the meadow i go walking in the early morning breeze
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| I cup my hands to catch a multi-colored butterfly
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| Perched upon the petals of flowers growing wild
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| Freeing it i watch it as it flies away from me To visit with the flowers in the early morning breeze
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| Rainbow colored flowers kissed with early morning sun
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| The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
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| Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
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| In the meadow where i’m walking in the early morning breeze
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| Misty-eyed i look about the meadow where i stray
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| For its there i find the courage to greet the coming day
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| For there among the flowers i kneel gently to my knees
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| To have a word with god in the early mornig breeze
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| 2nd chorus:
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| A rainbow colored meadow kissed with early morning sun
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| The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
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| Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
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| In the meadow where i’m walking in the early morning breez |