Each Morning - Les Dudek

Early mornings on me

Lord and I’m so lonely

It’s hard to face the mirror

Much less face the day

I’ll lie back down in bed

And smoke a cigarette instead

And dream about a woman I may never see

Lyin' down beside her meadows green

Her eyes are on me

Like sun a shining

Giving light to the shadows of my blues

Love her laughing

Love her sigh

And I wish that I could hold her for a lifetime

But a dreams a dream

Born to die

Sometimes I’ll just let my mind fade away

Fade away

But lately I’m inclined to let things stay this way

Stay this way

Traveling through this place unknown

Will this old gypsy find his home

He may lose his way but never

Will he lose the memory

Of your laughter

Of your eyes

Oh I wish that I could hold you for a lifetime

But a dreams a dream

Born to die