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(When the Prairie Sun Says) Good Mornin’ (Bob Nolan)
I’m so happy every day the sun don’t fail. Happy as the meadowlark, singing down the trail. Happy through the day until the sun has gone. I’ll be happy thru the night for he’ll be back at dawn.
Every day the prairie sun comes over the hill, Smilin’ in the sky, he says, “Good mornin’.” From his nest, a sleepy bird is stretchin’ his wings, Wakin’ to the world that he was born in. Prairie flowers are nodding in the sparkling dew. Mother Nature doesn’t have to warn ‘em To cling to the earth that binds ‘em and every day we’ll find ‘em Waitin’ for the sun to say, “Good morning.”
Why should I be moanin’ when the sun rides high? He’s the one who showed me why the clouds roll by. Every day will find me shouting from now on, “Howdy, Mr. Sun, and how are you a-getting’ on?”
Every day the prairie sun comes over the hill, Smilin’ in the sky, he says, “Good mornin’.” From his nest, a sleepy bird is stretchin’ his wings, Wakin’ to the world that he was born in. Prairie flowers are nodding in the sparkling dew. Mother Nature doesn’t have to warn ‘em To cling to the earth that binds ‘em and every day we’ll find ‘em Waitin’ for the sun to say, “Good morning.”
I’ve been feelin’ sorta kinda way down low. Then the morning brings the sun and then up I go. Sets my heart a singin’ as I ride along. Seems the sun is harmonizing with my song.
Every day the prairie sun comes over the hill, Smilin’ in the sky, he says, “Good mornin’.” From his nest, a sleepy bird is stretchin’ his wings, Wakin’ to the world that he was born in. Prairie flowers are nodding in the sparkling dew. Mother Nature doesn’t have to warn ‘em To cling to the earth that binds ‘em and every day we’ll find ‘em Waitin’ for the sun to say, “Good morning.”
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