Oh the morning such a morning
And we’re feeling bad about
Take this morning take this moment
To read the signs on the roadside
pointing you up that hill
I was a boy too like you are my son
I could get lost and lonely
Every morning sun on the horizon
I’m still feeling the hand of the Lord
Aberfeldy with the hills in the distance
And through the mist on the loch
Ben Lawyers sticking his old head out through the clouds
Glen Clova, Loch Brandy up in the distance
The wind is with us ‘Come on we’ll climb we’ll climb up as high as we can’
I’ve waved at you so many times
You’ve climbed up to meet me and together looking south on the high track
Central Station the train pulls away
I wait on the end of the platform
till that last tail light disappears in the dark
Walk these yards back so slowly
you go for miles and miles
You travel quickly now leaving home
I could never tell you this before
Maybe because it’s Sunday
and I’m more sentimental somehow
I get up every morning and I still believe
My senses are all working overtime
if you look back you couldn’t help but see
it seems people think the worst of me