In the Early Hours of the Morning - David McWilliams

Oh the sun is gazing down on me

And the day it is a dawning

The sea is washing pebbles o’er the sand

In the early hours of the morning

My eyes are still half closed with sleep

My mind still clouded with dreaming

And the ripple of the wave seems a ghost upon the sea

In the early hours of the morning

The breeze it cast it’s spell on me

I can’t answer all the things it’s asking

And I wonder where it’s going to

And where it’s coming from

In the early hours of the morning

The mist is dangling darkly o’er the tide

Far out upon the ocean it’s hiding

All the secrets of the sea from the crying eyes of men

In the early hours of the morning

I walked to the top of the highest hill

And as I climbed I was thinking

And wondering if you’ll be coming back to me.

In the early hours of the morning