P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
Oh, every mornin'
In turn to seasons dawnin'
Your body, it is yawnin'
And yearnin' from a sleep
The problems that have kept you
Awake all night, I bet you
Will disappear this mornin'
Or forever they will keep
This mornin' they will keep
I seem to be existin'
In a world that will not listen
Like a book with pages missin'
And just blots out the past
One day awaits tomorrow
Beware the plunge in sorrow
Oh, every night I pray
This good mornin' won't be my last
This mornin' won't be my last
One day I will travel
To where life's mysteries unravel
To where questionin' and wonderin'
Don't mean defiance of the law
I hope I get there quickly
Before I am too sickly
Or will I wake this mornin'
To find that I am no more?
This mornin', I am no more
Oh, every mornin'
In turn to season dawnin'
Your body, it is yawnin'
And it's yearnin' for more sleep
The problems that have kept you
Awake all night, I bet you
Will disappear this mornin'
Or forever they will keep
This mornin' they will keep
This Mornin’ was written by P.F. Sloan.
This Mornin’ was produced by Steve Barri.