Night was cold as dawson
And on a shore white day
The grey sun rose lightening hot
And singing climbed it's way
The lake wind mist was shrouded
The grandfather east wind blew
Mist rose on the tree limp
I arose ahead of you

And I made the morning coffee
Then you feed on the stair
You said good morning to me
Then I sat beside you there

And I made the morning coffee
Then you feed on the stair
You said good morning to me
Then I sat beside you there