"Fire Of The Morning" lyrics
Fire of the morning
Each new day lights the warning
The closed room of winter
Cloaks the hills in leaves
And the pressure of formed things
The having
The grieving
Inside of my garden
The birds call again
And fools like us—you know
Brace for loses
A place to plant a tree in winter
But fools like us—we know
Of other causes
Are you watching? The show's just starting
When letting go is the hardest thing
But you get to know the creek is singing
And here I'm offering melody
And it's sad in tone in hopes you'll hear it
'Cause hope. It falls off your singed ears
Like these flakes of snow in the lightest breezes
Fire of the morning
Each new day lights the warning
Each new day lights the warning
The closed room of winter
Cloaks the hills in leaves
And the pressure of formed things
The having
The grieving
Inside of my garden
The birds call again
And fools like us—you know
Brace for loses
A place to plant a tree in winter
But fools like us—we know
Of other causes
Are you watching? The show's just starting
When letting go is the hardest thing
But you get to know the creek is singing
And here I'm offering melody
And it's sad in tone in hopes you'll hear it
'Cause hope. It falls off your singed ears
Like these flakes of snow in the lightest breezes
Fire of the morning
Each new day lights the warning
