Good Morning, Dear

Were the nights any sweeter? The morning's any cooler when she was here Was her mind grown accustomed To hearin', "Good morning, dear" Should I still feel the sunshine Remembering brings to mind in my thoughts of her When Lord, we both know thing's Could never be the way they were Her little girl confusion built the walls of illusion Between right and wrong That stand there between her and a dream That I cherished too long All faded and tattered Once all that mattered when she was here And this mind had grown accustomed To hearing, "Good Mornin', dear" Were the night's any sweeter The morning's any cooler when she was here Or was her mind grown accustomed To hearing, "Good Morning, dear" Should I still feel the sunshine Remembering bring's to mind In my thought's of her Lord, we both know the thing's Would never be the way they were