Morning کے بول

Drinks are done, daylights come Its morning Crowds moved on, everybodys gone Its morning Suns arising on the wet horizon Another day is here As I dream alone by the silent phone Its morning All the lifes gone out of me Coffees cold, papers old Its morning Heads on fire, oh lord Im tried Its morning Waiting for another day to live and die away Try not to fret, try to forget That its morning Lonesome morning reverie All the lifes gone out of me Drinks are done, daylights come Its morning, morning, morning