Corner of the Morning
acoustic folk-rock with strong influences of psychedelia, urban poetry and social engagement. “Weathered male vocal, warm baritone-tenor range, soft rasp, intimate delivery, restrained emotion, soulful 1970s folk-rock character, conversational phrasing, melancholic but humane.”
Corner of the Morning
acoustic folk-rock with strong influences of psychedelia, urban poetry and social engagement. “Weathered male vocal, warm baritone-tenor range, soft rasp, intimate delivery, restrained emotion, soulful 1970s folk-rock character, conversational phrasing, melancholic but humane.”
Lyrics
Verse 1
Samuel rides the early bus
Hat pulled low against the cold
Lunchbox knocking at his knee
Full of bread and growing old
Mary folds the sheets at dawn
In a room that smells of steam
Keeps a photograph inside her purse
Beside a younger dream
Chorus
At the corner of the morning
Where the tired people go
There’s a light in every window
Only working people know
And the world keeps on turning
Though it never says their names
Still they carry all the weight of it
And ask for none of fame
Verse 2
Tommy paints the numbers straight
On doors he’ll never own
Whistles through the hallway dust
Like he’s not there alone
Rosa at the market stand
Counts the coins with steady grace
Says tomorrow’s just another word
For trying one more day
Chorus
At the corner of the morning
Where the tired people go
There’s a light in every window
Only working people know
And the world keeps on turning
Though it never says their names
Still they carry all the weight of it
And ask for none of fame
Bridge
No parade comes down their street
No papers print their worth
But heaven must keep records
Of the gentle on the earth
Final Chorus
At the corner of the morning
When the sky begins to rise
You can see the hidden kingdom
In the ordinary eyes
And the world keeps on turning
By the strength they never show
All the quiet hearts among us
That the loud ones never know