Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
Michael Johnson
And she told me of the lover
So I listened like the others
And the weather had the mood
But I'd never understood to feel a friend
And then the sky got mixed up with the bedroom
And the children and the sun got mixed up with the tree in the window
And the day would scream a song, you'd have to hear, it was so easy
So be still because the morning is a good one
People never learn to love in millions, they just love their mothers
And send their sons to war to kill the millions
And the weather stays the same
And they never understand to feel a friend
And then the sky gets mixed up with the bedroom
And the children and the sun gets mixed up with the tree in the window
And the day would scream a song, you'd have to hear, it was so easy
So be still because the morning is a good one
And we will still be here
And you will still be near me
When I'm gone