Morning Dancer Songtext
von St. Thomas

Morning makes the rhythm by itself
And comes closer
To the home where you belong
Where you belong
You′re the morning dancer by yourself
You move wiser
In a home where you belong
Where you belong


They said his heart was broken
Truth was never spoken
We bought a book and laid it on the path where he walked
On a Sunday afternoon
Cold on the graveyard
There's a sad feeling growing over our heads
Printed on the gravestone
Huge with golden letters
The name of a man we once met
We once met

They said his heart was broken
Truth was never spoken
We bought a book and laid it on the path where he walked