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  1. Good Morning

Sippy cups balanced on the rim of the bed
Silverware talking on the table that said:
Good morning, happy birthday to you
Walking down the middle in a big red coat
And a little white puppy diggin’ paws in snow
Good morning, good morning to you

‘Cause it’s a morning, and we’re searching,
We been searching for a while
It’s not doom day, not the worst day,
But it’s been a long, long time since we’re

Sipping our tomatoes on a big jet plane
Squam Lake wandering, chateau train
Good morning, good morning to you
From the Head of the Charles to a fishing stream
From a field in Vermont to the Giving Tree
Good morning, good morning to you

‘Cause it’s a morning, and we’re searching,
We been sifting through our past
It’s not doom day, not the worst day
But it’s time to raise a glass
To say I toast this time with you
Three cheers to I say I do see the reasons why
We need some room to grow
And if you love it set it free
How many times have I had that said to me
So I see you, I need you, I free you, I do
Good morning, good morning to you

Baby in the basinet, eyes so bright
Long curly fingers in the warm spring light
Good morning, good morning to you
A sister came along, it was make believe
Tea sets, fairies and a tree house breeze
Good morning, good morning to you

‘Cause it’s a morning, and we’re searching,
We been sifting through our past
It’s not doom day, not the worst day
But it’s time to raise a glass
To say I toast this time with you
Three cheers to I say I do see the reasons why
We need some room to grow
And if you love it set it free
How many times have I had that said to me
So I see you, I need you, I free you, I do
Good morning, good morning to you

Who’s giving rides from the cold downtown
Who’s sitting in the front seat reaching around
To the back seat, just to hold my hidden hand
Who’s the back-flip daddy with a broken wrist
Who’s the blonde-haired boy in a playground kiss
How would you know that I still long for this?

It’s not about regretting, but I wasted time
It’s not about apologies, but you have mine
Good morning, good morning to you
And the couple of books always by your bed
And the bracelet you gave me on the day we wed
And the big rolls of paper painted yellow and red
There are things that I know that I never said
Good morning, good morning to you . . .
Good morning, good morning to you