Early morning For I was born in The darkness before the light Of a new day A new way of living Of giving delight And if you pay Then you may be slipping Back into the night Then all knowing With words and with pen I write Of the growing Of things that are in my sight Of a new day A new way of living Of giving delight And if you pay Then you may be slipping Back into the night Early evening It's cold and the moon is bright And I believe in The darkness before the light Of a new day