Piercing the morning air?
Heralding what the day was bringing?
Were you a dream of mine,
Stolen from another world
The sun came up and blessed the sky.
The song of birds caressed the sky,
A golden song that seemed to be
A serenade for you and me.
And so they sang the dawn away
And soon the dawn had gone away.
The sun climbed high and higher,
Waking up a sleeping world.
Petals on a rose unfurled,
And the sun climbed high and higher.
Then the touch of your hand made you real to me.
And you looked at me, ah, so tenderly.
Ah, so tenderly did you look at me,
Seemed to say, "What a day, what a sky!"
And the sun found a hill and was gone.