​(Intro — arpejo limpo, 4 compassos)

​Verso 1

Morning wears a ribbon down the lane,

A small bright stitch across the grey.

You lift your face — the long night shudders,

And silence makes its quiet way.

​Pré-refrão

Hold this breath — the cold is sharp and near,

Count what time has left behind.

Feel the seam begin to slide,

We keep close what keeps our stride.

​Refrão

Here comes the morning, soft and wide,

Here comes the morning, at your side.

La-la-la — the cold unbinds,

La-la—la—la — and we are light.

(no segundo refrão, alongar o último “la” para harmonia ascendente; sugerido subir a dinâmica/uma oitava)

​Verso 2

Windows blink like seas of glass and dawn,

A gull far off, or wind that calls.

Footsteps soften down the lane,

The heavy hours fold like shawls.

​Bridge (crescendo, 8 compassos — harmonias em terças)

See the hush unbind the hands that bound,

Old maps loosen from our palms.

Our names, kept in lost and hidden lands,

Find their voice in morning psalms.

All the small clearings now grow bright,

The shape of memory unwinds.

Room returns to every road —

And we move forward with new lines.

​Refrão final (uníssono → harmonias ascendentes)

Here comes the morning, soft and wide,

Here comes the morning, at your side.

La-la-la—la—la — the cold unbinds,

La-la-la (echoes) — and we are light.

​Outro

(Arpejo; vocal echo of “la-la” stretches like a sigh and resolves — two measures of hush)

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