In the grand way, she loves me
The way she holds me close to rest with me
And to know she is my life to me
My empty days are done
My running days are run
For the first time I love the morning
Burning sundowns, colored autumn trees
Mountain rivers, country livers put my mind at ease
And to realize such perfect harmony
Standing in the dawn
Of a new day coming on
I'm looking for no tomorrow
I can still hear the lonely sound
The engines of the midnight freight train northward bound
And to feel my life, my life slowly losing ground
I never quite understood
Though I see it for the good
It seems like I've just been dreaming
The way she holds me close to comfort me
My empty days are done
My running days are run
For the first time I love the morning
For the first time I love the morning
For the first time, the first time
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