Morning

What of a morning That brings the day so gently It bathes the leaves of memories I felt so long ago I still recall you In all these early hours If I were there once more to share A love lost long ago The crassness of youth Concluding only half of the truth Exuding only one small percent Of what I surely felt for you And then one morning It brought the day so gently We set apart things of the heart And lost love long ago What of a morning It brings the day so gently It bathes the leaves of memories I felt so long ago I still recall you In all these early hours If I were there once more to share A love lost long ago The crassness of youth Concluding only half of the truth Exuding only one small percent Of what I felt for you And then one morning It brought the day so gently We set apart things of the heart And lost love long ago We lost love long ago We lost it We lo-lo-lost it We lost our love We lost our love We lost, lost, lost, lo- We lost our love long ago Long ago