Monkees - Early Morning Blues And Greens lyrics

by Diane Hilderbrand & Jack Keller

A distant nightbird mocks the sun,

I wake as I have always done,

To freshly-scented sycamore,

And cold, bare feet on hardwood floor.

My steaming coffee warms my face,

I'm disappointed in the taste,

But, there's a peace the early brings

The morning world of growing things.

SOLO

I feel the moments hurry on,

It was today, it's died away,

And now it is forever gone.

And I will drink my coffee slow,

And I will watch my shadow grow,

And disappear in firelight,

And sleep alone again tonight.