Rightly Jennings Poet Lyric

Come the Morning

fall asleep s'deeply,
 hit the bottom of a hole        
In the morning it will be alright                
       fingers all in knots,
 the poet drinks, his parrot talks  
come the morning it'll be alright                             
surrender the day
   n' release the night

   'world is getting smaller
      th' closer I look
there's plenty I don't understand                              
     there isn't much below me 
      as the night lights up with the
with th' stars from th' back of yo' hand
     y' say I'm lost, that
    I don't give a damn

     well I say that giving is all I am

   and so amidst my youthful search
        for the absolutes, I saw
    I saw the motley fool's-cap rise
    far from th' hailing distance 
        of heated disputes I 
    I feel inclined to live my life
  without excuse, I 
     don't compromise 

  come the morning it'll be alright

      surrender the day
           and release the night

      come the morning it'll be alright

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