Turning Toward the Morning

When the deer has bedded down And the bear has gone to ground And the northern goose has wandered off To warmer bay and sound It's so easy in the cold to feel The darkness of the year And the heart is growing lonely for the morning Oh, my Joanie, don't you know That the stars are swingin' slow And the seas are rollin' easy As they did so long ago And if I had a thing to give you I would tell you one more time That the world is always turning toward the morning Now October's growin' thin And November's comin' home You'll be thinking of the seasons And the sad things that you've seen And you hear that old wind walkin' Hear him singin' high and thin You could swear he's out there singin' of your sorrow Oh, my Joanie, don't you know That the stars are swingin' slow And the seas are rollin' easy As they did so long ago If I had a thing to give you I would tell you one more time That the world is always turning toward the morning When the darkness falls around you And the north wind comes to blow And you hear him call your name out As he walks the brittle snow That old wind don't mean you trouble, He don't care or even know He's just walkin' down the darkness toward the morning Oh, my Joanie, don't you know That the stars are swingin' slow And the seas are rollin' easy As they did so long ago If I had a thing to give you I would tell you one more time That the world is always turning toward the morning It's a pity we don't know What the little flowers know They can't face the cold November They can't take the wind and snow They put their glories all behind them Bow their heads and let it go But you know they'll be there shining in the morning Oh, my Joanie, don't you know That the stars are swingin' slow And the seas are rollin' easy As they did so long ago And if I had a thing to give you I would tell you one more time That the world is always turning toward the morning Oh, my Joanie, don't you know That the days are rollin' slow And the winter's walkin' easy As he did so long ago And if that wind should come and ask you Why's my Joanie weepin' so Won't you tell him that you're weepin' for the morning Oh, my Joanie, don't you know That the stars are swingin' slow And the seas are rollin' easy As they did so long ago And if I had a thing to give you I would tell you one more time That the world is always turning toward the morning