To June This Morning

The night was cold as dawson

And on a shore white day

The grey sun rose lightening hot

And singing climbed it's way

The lake wind mist was shrouded

The grandfather east wind blew

Mist rose on the tree limp

And I arose ahead of you

And I made the morning coffee

Then you feed on the stair

You said good morning to me

Then I sat beside you there

And I made the morning coffee

Then you feed on the stair

You said good morning to me

Then I sat beside you there

My head in happy bows

For lovers in this house