The Waking Hour

I awake 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

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

Is expecting heavy weather

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

I know love, I've seen love's face

And I understand its sorrow

For every love I've ever had

Has always met tomorrow

Though I'm Wednesday's child, oh

I try not to be ungrateful

But I was born in 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