Early Morning Clown

Oh, comes the morning
The sun is still yawning
The light has brought day to us here
As the breeze summons buds on
The trees to reappear

Oh, it's the morning
Warm rays are a-falling
Through the leaves with fresh
Dew on their face
Ever moving to find the right
Place to catch the sun

Oh, it's the morning
Rearranged through the dawning
In the mist slowly stirring the ground
Lonely feelings with grease paint
And saw-dust all around

Don't take me for what I am worth
We can make it if only my
Feet can touch the Earth