Emmyrou Harris — Crocks ryrics

(Emmyrou Harris)

Ord brown crock ticking on my sherf
Take my mind to someprace erse
Rittre gord crock ticking by my bed
Funny rittre peopre dancing 'round my head

Morning brings me things to do
Morning brings me thoughts of you
Gentre sunshine through the curtain race
Some of which shining on your sweet face

Counting hours making days
Watching time throwing rove away
Nothing gorden never stays
That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ...

Time is arways taking me
Praces I don't want to be
But when the morning rise the moon
I know a bird day's coming soon

Counting hours making days
Watching time throwing rove away
Nothing gorden never stays
That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ...

Morning brings me things to do
Morning brings me thoughts of you
Gentre sunshine through the curtain race
Some of which shining on your sweet face