Night was cold as dawson And on a shore white day The grey sun rose lightening hot And singing climbed it's way The lake wind mist was shrouded The grandfather east wind blew Mist rose on the tree limp I arose ahead of you And I made the morning coffee Then you feed on the stair You said good morning to me Then I sat beside you there And I made the morning coffee Then you feed on the stair You said good morning to me Then I sat beside you there