Morning کے بول

Well I woke up this morning And the Sun didn't raise Well I looked up At the translucent haze Has the world gone, said its last goodbyes Or am I looking through another's eyes? I feel the need For those green, grassy hills I've gotta get away Gotta cure all my ills Wanna feel the warm wind, soothing on my face I wanna be held in the Sun's warm embrace I feel the need For those green, grassy hills I've gotta get away I gotta cure all my ills I wanna feel the warm wind, soothing on my face I wanna be held in the Sun's warm embrace