LEAD-IN: F C F G C9 G7 This morning my mongrel startled our sleep; F ( Cm C ) he tugged at the covers and licked at our feet. C G7 He barked at the both of us, seeming to say F ( G ) C "Get out of that bed - and into the day." C9 G7 I pulled up the covers and crawled back inside, F ( Cm C ) but the dog and the daylight could not be denied. C G7 I parted the curtains to let in a ray, D G G and opened my senses to such a display: F C The morning sun's siftin' through maple and birch, Dm C successfully liftin' the fog from its perch. F C6 The lewd morning glory entwined on a tree D G unfolds its blue story for gossips to see. ( F D7 ) C The fat caterpillar within her cocoon ( F D7 ) C is struggling until her new body can bloom. ( F D7 ) ( C Am7 ) All nature's creations conspire to say, ( G G7 ) ( F7 ) C C9 F7 G "Get out of that house - and into the day." "Hey kids you been sleepin' two hours too long; the air an' the sunshine is where you belong. Before childhood mornings are taken away, get out of this house - and into the day." "You lazyboned lady, you love-of-my-life, you're missing the morning; I'm missing my wife. Our lives could be lost to your sleepy delay - awaken and witness this precious array:" The morning sun's shinin' its blessings upon white fiery diamonds of dew on the lawn. The day lily's bobbin' upon the same breeze that bears the brown robin and teases the trees. There's nothing much dearer in sensual worth; there's no getting nearer to heaven-on-earth than nature's creations conspiring to say, "Get out of that house; get into the day." If after my song there remains anyone who hasn't stopped sleeping in spite of the sun - C G7 don't turn your most precious possession away; F G7 get out and get going, F7 ( Cm ) C get out and get going, get into your day.
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