Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulder,
Through the frosted window pane the sun grows bolder.
Your hair flows down your pillow, you're still sleeping.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you,
Tell you again the things I told you;
Behold, I give you the morning,
I give you the day.
Through the waving curtain wall the sun is streaming.
Far behind your flickering eyelids you're still dreaming.
You're dreaming of the good times and you're smiling.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you,
Tell you again the things I told you;
Behold, I give you the morning,
I give you the day.
Close beneath our window sill the Earth is humming,
Like an eager Christmas child the day is coming,
Listen to the morning song it's singing.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you,
Tell you again the things I told you;
Behold, I give you the morning,
I give you the day.
Like an antique ballroom fan your eyelids flutter,
Sunlight streams across your eyes through open shutter.
Now I think you're ready for the journey.
I think I'll wake you now and hold you,
Tell you again the things I told you;
Behold, I give you the morning,
I give you the day.
Behold, I give you the morning,
I give you the day.
Zapp
Isil81
Sat, 31/08/2024 - 16:41
I prefer this translation over a naive word-for-word translation. Translator's artistic license, I'd call it.