EARLY MORNIN'
EARLY MORNIN'
It must be almost seven o'clock.
I can hear the shouts of kids down the block.
The groan of weary trucks makes this dingy room rock.
It must be almost seven o'clock.My body is tired,
My throat feels so dry.
I can't seem to get up,
I yawn and I sigh.
It's early mornin'
And I gotta kiss my lover goodbye.The light through the torn shade
Falls onto his face.
I pick up his pillow
And put it in place.
It's early mornin'
And I gotta leave my lover's embrace.Oh, to hold him just a few minutes more,
To feel the strength of his arms,
The warmth of his lips,
And then
To find that one little sign
That will prove he'll be mine
When I come here again.My lips touch his forehead
And, sadly, I find
I must get to work now,
The same lousy grind---
It's early mornin'
And I gotta leave my lover behind.