Son Of The Morning

Upon the path he led me to
He made himself look very wise
In fact, he looked like Son of the morning

Without my stymie sense of time
And the veil upon my mind
I’d recognize the Son of the morning

So beautiful
You laid the path
To leave would bring me shame

Now who’s fooling who
My friend?
You’re shut from Father’s face

Shut off from his presence now
In the outer darkness called
Oh, Son of the morning
Oh, Son of the morning
Oh, Son of the morning