In my good, good morning,
I'm up before what the sun can bring
Early morning, and

Everyone like a shiny thing
All my Angels
Appear before my window saying

"Good, morning,"
My good, good morning.


In my good, good morning
I feel before my thoughts all spring
Am I conscious or

Is this my unconscious bring
No more like a dream than a
God before my conscience saying

"good morning"
in my good morning?


In my good, good morning,
I'm up before what the sun can bring
Early morning, and

Everyone like a shiny thing
No more like a dream than a
God before my conscience saying

"good morning"
in my good morning?