Dreamin'
The gold of the mornin’ sun is on the rise
I stumble through daybreak with sleep in my eyes
Now ain’t it a shame, though it ain’t no surprise
That work will be callin’ the weary and wise
Yeah calling the weary and wise
There's hay to be mowin’ and chickens to feed
A garden for growin’ it’s glorious weeds
I planted my heart when I planted the seeds
But now I am wishin’ my wants were my needs
Yeah, wishin’ my wants were my needs
The crows in the corn and the rooster has crowed
The sun is now high and I’m feelin’ guite low
The problem it seems, if the truth it be told
There ain’t time for dreamin’ or pannin’ for gold
Just no time for pannin’ for gold
The gold of the mornin’ sun is on the rise
I stumble through daybreak with sleep in my eyes
Now ain’t it a shame, though it ain’t no surprise
That work will be callin’ the weary and wise
Yeah calling the weary and wise
(For Sir Bubby's AFG Challenge. Phrase: The Gold of the Morning Sun)
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