Summermorning

Its 3 a´clock in the morning
The Sun is rising and the blooms begins to stir after the night
A more beautiful sight is not...

But it goes lost, more than often...
To throw away summermornings
day after day
To sleep away a wonderful place
time after time
My summermorning is lost this year too..

Its 5 a´clock in the morning
The dew lies trick
The air is sher after the rain from the night
A more delightful scent is not..

But it goes lost, more than often...
To throw away summermornings
day after day
To sleep away a wonderful place
time after time
My summermorning is lost this year too..

Its 7 a´clock in the morning
the birds have flew from their homes
They are singing with the wind and the leaves
They are singing about warmth and a new morning
A more lovely sound is not...

But it goes lost, more than often...
To throw away summermornings
day after day
To sleep away a wonderful place
time after time
My summermorning is lost this year too..

Its 9 a´clock in the morning
The breakfast is ready, freshsqueezed juice
and new picked strawberris with milk
a better taste is not...

But it goes lost, more than often...
To throw away summermornings
day after day
To sleep away a wonderful place
time after time
My summermorning is lost this year too..
My summermorning is lost this year too..
My summermorning is lost this year too..

A rising sun, pure air, singing birds and strawberris.
Together are they a feeling
A heavenly feeling of happiness..

But despite that we rather sleep...
My summermorning is lost this year too..