Early Morning Blues and Greens Songtext
von The Monkees

A distant night bird mocks the sun
I wake as I have always done
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor


My steaming coffee warms my face
I′m disappointed in the taste
But there's a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things

I feel the moments hurry on
It was today, it′s died away
And now it is forever gone

And I will drink my coffee slow
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight
And sleep alone again tonight