Morning Song
Henry Binns / O.V. Wright / Sam Hardaker
Days behold lives unfold
Can't move on so much untold
Shades of gold we've been sold
Been deceived while we believe
If today is all we see
Then tomorrow seems to me
Is just an elusion we believe
Strive to see hope to be
To be some small part of eternity
If today is all we see
Then tomorrow seems to me is
Just an elusion we believe