Turning Toward the Morning Songtext
von Gordon Bok, Ann Muir, and Ed Trickett

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