back at you. And birds and bees, The flowers, the trees, The whole wide world Will seem to say, "Good Morning, Good Morning," Mister Sun. Good Morning
Begin to breathe Begin to speak D'you know what? I love you better now I am falling like a stone Like a storm, being born again Into the sweet morning
my feet As I rise up to greet the morning Nothing much to eat Every breath I take seems to make my body ache My only friend is mist on a monday morning
afraid to open my eyes. Horror of facing the day. Mist of the morning is fading, while cancer burn in my bones. Horror of facing the pain. Years ago
Dans la brume du matin Une piece entre les doigts Une peine dans le coeur Pas de quoi rentrer chez moi Sur un aeroport Comme on voudrait s'envoler Dans
My old friend where have you gone Hopped on a bus in the morning fog And I feel your stare when I know nobody's there Don't be gone too long I'll stay
breathe, Begin to speak. D'you know what? I love you better now. I am falling Like a stone, Like a storm, Being born again Into the sweet morning
Translation: Electric Light Orchestra. Mist On A Monday Morning.
Translation: Herman's Hermits. I do not think anyone Me Morning Mist.
Translation: Kate Bush. The Morning Fog.
Translation: Mordecai. Morning Mist.
Translation: The Move. Mist On A Monday Morning.
Sunday morning, without warning knocks me off my feet. Out of order, on the border where two weeks meet. Next week's calling with golden promises Ask
In the morning C?est parce qu?on a swing Mister swing In the evening In the morning, in the evening In the morning, in the evening In the morning, in