It was a beautiful morning
On a hill where the wind only carried the sound
Of the mockingbird's song
And I was thinking about you
All the flowers were dancing
One by one they all told me of the time
That had been and the time that will be
And I was thinking about you
I walked on down by the river
Saw the sails on the ships that were leaving
For places I could only dream of
And I was thinking about you
The river ran to the ocean
I walked through the market and stared
at the harbor lights
Through the soft rain
And I was thinking about you
I stood alone in the city
And the song I was singing was a cry in the night
For the morning to come
And I was thinking about you
It was a beautiful morning
On a hill where the wind only carried the sound
Of the mockingbird's song
And I was thinking about you
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