The Waking Hour

I wake to the radio morning news Just as the day is dawning And I watch from the window while a passing cloud Dulls the hopeful morning And I wonder will the girl I love Come back with the morning But the omen crow at the waking hour Has given me fair warning And the heart that's breaking Never makes a sound She was once my heart's delight My need and my desire She was my day, she was my night My water and my fire And I was once the same to her When we still walked together But the heavy heart at the waking hour's Expecting heavy weather And the heart that's breaking Never makes a sound I know love I've seen love's face I understand its sorrow For every love I've ever had Has always met tomorrow Though I am Wednesday's child of woe I try not to be ungrateful But I was born at midnight black With a heart that can be hateful And the heart that's breaking Never makes a sound And the heart that's breaking Never makes a sound And the heart that's breaking Never makes a sound