Morning Dancer

Morning makes the rhythm by itself

And comes closer

To the home where you belong

Where you belong

You're the morning dancer by yourself

You move wiser

In a home where you belong

Where you belong

They said his heart was broken

Truth was never spoken

We bought a book and laid it on the path where he walked

On a Sunday afternoon

Cold on the graveyard

There's a sad feeling growing over our heads

Printed on the gravestone

Huge with golden letters

The name of a man we once met

We once met

They said his heart was broken

Truth was never spoken

We bought a book and laid it on the path where he walked