Watching the sun 
Watching it come 
Watching it come up over the rooftops. 
 
Cloudy and warm 
Maybe a storm 
You can never quite tell 
From the morning. 
 
Chorus 
And it's going to be a day 
There is really no way to say no 
To the morning. 
 
Yes it's going to be a day 
There is really nothing left to 
Say but 
Come on morning. 
 
Waiting for mail 
Maybe a tail 
From an old friend 
Or even a lover. 
 
Sometimes there's none 
But we have fun 
Thinking of all who might 
Have written. 
 
And maybe there are seasons 
And maybe they change 
And maybe to love is not so strange. 
 
The sounds of the day 
They hurry away 
Now they are gone until tomorrow. 
 
When day will break 
And you will wake 
And you will rake your hands 
Across your eyes 
And realize 
 
That it's going to be a day 
There is really no way to say no 
To the morning. 
 
Yes it's going to be a day 
There is really nothing left to say but 
Come on morning.