In the early mornin' rain,
With a dollar in my hand,
And an achin' in my heart,
And my pockets full of sand.
I'm a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so.
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go.
Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go.
But I'm stuck here on the grass
Where the cold winds blow.
Where the tasted good
And the en all were fast.
Well there she goes, my friend,
She's rollin' down at last.
Hear the mighty engine roar.
See the silver bird on high.
She's away and westward bound.
Far above the clouds she'll fly,
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines.
She'll be flyin' over my home
In about three hours' time.
This old airport's got me down.
It ain't no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and as I might be.
You can't hop a jet plane
Like you can a freight train.
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain.
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain.
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The softest rain is falling
The sound of the rain, leaves, and ground interacting
Bliss
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they tell you this is where we have come from (where are we going?)
there will be time enough (for you and i to speak for ourselves)
in the small, small moments of life (are all the reasons we need for today)
i have to keep walking (the long road of here and now)
the sound (of a dove in the morning)
here is the sweet lift of existence (here is music, tempest, silence)
never let go (never forget)
selection of fic title worthy lines from morning rain by aaron lee and americ goh (AKA SYF 2023 set piece)
they have been altered slightly to fit with tenor lyrics where applicable
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