Matthew Wetter Poet Lyric

Early Mornin' Risers

Say what you will ’bout early mornin’ risers, 
Say what you will about those who’ll not sleep. 
‘Fore the sun comes up, their breath warms incisors
Ready to chomp at the day’s ripe meat.

A song in their heart, no stars in the sky, 
Glittering dons the city her light
To death to steal what's mine go I
For I'll not abandon for that which I fight. 

There's hope in my step, this early mornin' riser,
There's song in my throat surely as I breathe
Soon my son, we'll laugh all the wiser
At the challenge we've won at death's defeat.

Who can sleep so late into the morn? 
Who can wait to start so fine a day? 
Within my heart the cloud-fleece is shorn
And the melody’s changed to happy and gay.

So say what you will ‘bout the early mornin' riser
Say what you will ‘bout he who can't wait
He yet knows death's rematch, that stubborn prize fighter
Cannot long be stilled from his front gate.

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