In my good good morning
I'm up before the sun can bring,
early morning, and everyone
like a shiny thing.
All my angels appear
before my window saying
"good morning"
in my good morning
In my good, good morning
I feel before my thoughts all spring.
Am I conscious or
is this my unconscious being
No more like a dream than a
God before my conscious saying
"Good morning" in my good morning?
In my good, good morning
I'm up before the sun can bring,
Early morining, and Everyone like a shiny
thing.
No more like a dream, then a God before
my conscious saying
"Good Morning" In my good morning.B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby
There were people living in a green valley
Found a way to make a lot of money
Made the green turn gradually gray
They figured they could do whatever they wanted
Everything would be alright
But scars don't always heal away
And the sons and the daughters got diamonds and gold
But they were given a land where
Strong roots never take hold
Good seed don't grow
On the barren ground
Good things don't come along
As you just sit dreaming on
Good seed don't grow
On the barren ground
Say everything fades away
There you are still around
What'll you do where will you go
Ther was a ship along the coast
Carrying a load of black money
In the sound near the northern lights
When the ship set sail
The crew looked for guidance
In the bottom of an empty glass
Then the captain said "pour me another rye"
Then the water turned black as that cold winter's night
Good seed don't grow
On the barren ground
Good things don't come along
As you just sit dreaming on
Good seed don't grow
On the barren ground
Say everything fades away
There you are still around
What'll you do where will you go