.[Verse 1]
Night was cold as Dawson
And on a short white day
The grey sun rose lightening hot
And singing climbed its way
The lake with mist was shrouded
The grandfather east wind blew
Mist rose on the tree limbs
I arose ahead of you
[Chorus]
And I made the morning c.
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