In the dawning
Praise at dawning
Little grey lines upon my head
Looking around the broken shed
Comin' on me
Praises on me
Pick all the lies upon my head
Pick all the lies that someone--
Pick all the poppies on the lane
To sell them on my way
For a brighter day
Saints alarm me
Fail to stop me
Shock of my weight upon my head
My own delights were never said
I've been haughty
Feeling naughty
Crumpled reminders on the shelf
I could remember for my--
I can remember now awake
Oh! Blest be the ties that bind
For a brighter day
I can remember now awake
Oh! Blest be the ties that bind
For a brighter day,
Day
Sad belongings
Tired yawning
It could surround my own blue sky
Picking the apple of my eye
Comin' on me
Praises on me
Pick all the lies upon my head
Pick all the lies that someone--
Pick all the poppies on the lake
To sell them just in time
For a brighter--
Pick all that lies upon my way
Home, to sell them just in time
For a brighter day