of world where we belong You know its gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning
There was a time Some time ago When every sunrise meant A sunny day, oh a sunny day But now when The morning light shines in It only disturbs the dreamland
Gotta Get it On Since the sun came up this morning Seems I'm into something new I think you're gonna get it All my troubles are a falling All my dreams
just to make it known That you're gonna be a little late Pure as a kiss on the cheek And a word that everything will be okay Call in the morning from
It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe
the name of the Father I pray (Pray) 'Cause I'm wantin' to get away In the name of the Father we pray Pray, pray, pray Free fallin'
take one ride With you And how I used to hoop off in them to tournaments With you And how I used to club hop on weekends With you Your family called the morning
hear the light at the end of the tunnel That's when I pray for healing in my heart To be put back together what is torn apart And I pray for quiet
Can't hear the light at the end of the tunnel Is when I pray for healing in my heart To be put back together what is torn apart And I pray for quiet
morning kiss It's crazy how much I've missed Now it's time for me to live Good morning Good morning optimism Good morning to my faith Good morning to
Wake up in the morning in the moonlight grey We got dirt to break, we got a note to pay Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row Wake up in the morning
to conceive love's ecstasy Imagining you and me Many, many days our shadows passed Seeing visions of a new Bright horizon set the morning light Ooo, and that morning
climbing faith, oh yeah No rivers too wide, for you to make it across All you have to do is believe it when you pray And then you will see, the morning
Three in the morning, And I'm still awake, So I picked up a pen and a page, And I started writing, Just what I'd say, If we were face to face, I
Every morning just seems the same Deluted false and mundane Assuming this all might change Disppointed I feel so strained Three months of sleepless nights
he appeared and the soul felt it's worth. A prayer of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees Oh hear
And we said our prayers And now the flames are burning me in my bed But I just don't care We all go to sleep in the same place And in the morning hope
was by myself Then a friend came to me and told me God could set me free Since that day I knew that God love me Everyday I call him Not just Sunday morning