Early - Greg Brown

Early one morning I walked out alone

I looked down the street;

no one was around

The sun was just comin' up over my home

On Hickory Street in a little farm town.

And

Oooo-ee, ain’t the mornin' light pretty

When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early

My home on the range;

it’s a one-horse town

And it’s alright with me

Plow broke the prairie, the prairie gave plenty

The little towns blossomed and soon there were many

Scattered like fireflies across the dark night

And one was called Early, and they sure named it right

'Cause

Many dry summers parched all the fields

They burnt the fine colors and cut down on the yield

But the rain has returned to wash away our tears

It’s the fullest green summer that

We’ve seen for years.

And