Karen Matheson - Morning

There′s a morning
A gentle light that blows out of the sky
And you realize
It's like no other morning
You wipe the sleep out of your eyes
And you wonder why

All the clouds of yesterday
Have flit the skies and blown away
And someone′s calling your name

There's a morning
You lie awake, you're waiting for the rain
But it does not appear
And you have your dreams
You understand what money means
Nothing here

All the clouds of yesterday
Have flit the skies and blown away
And someone′s calling your name
Are you coming out to play?
Are you coming out to play?

There′s a morning
You doubted you would ever see this day
But you had faith
Faith is the distance
From what you hope to what you fear
It's brought you here

All the clouds of yesterday
Have flit the skies and blown away

And someone′s calling your name
Are you coming out to play?...