When the Morning Comes

Written by: Josiah Letchworth

 

You asked your question, but I could not reply.

What could I say, but I can only try?

And my confession, that I could not decide

An answer for the dawn without the light.

 

“Will you still love me when the morning comes

Right at the start of your day?

Will you still love me when the morning comes,

Or will your heart feel a change?

Will you still love me when the morning comes?

I need to hear you say.”

 

How could I go leavin’ all I’d ever need?

No other place that I would rather be.

But I’ll never know what tomorrow might not bring,

What neither one of us could ever see.

 

“Will you still love me when the morning comes

Right at the start of your day?

Will you still love me when the morning comes,

Or will your heart feel a change?

Will you still love me when the morning comes?

 

I need to hear you say

You’ll never leave.

Swear that you could always feel the same,

And I’d agree.

But I won’t stay if you don’t answer me.

 

Will you still love me when the morning comes

Right at the start of your day?

Will you still love me when the morning comes,

Or will your heart feel a change?

Will you still love me when the morning comes?”

 

You asked your question, but I could not reply.

What could I say, but I can only try?