I know she stayed in town last night

Didn't get in touch

I know she has my number right

She can't face seeing us.

She sings in the valley in the morning

Many a morning I have woke

Longing to ask her what she's mourning

Course I know it can't be spoke.

Perhaps she's had too much of love

Can be a sickly thing

That's why she mourns the morning dew

And the newness that it brings.

She sings in the valley in the morning

Many a morning I have woke

Longing to ask her what she's mourning

Of course I know it can't be spoke.

I love you in the morning

I love you in the day

I'd love you in the evening

If only she would stay.

We love beauty 'cause it needs us to

It needs our brittle glaze

And innocence reminds us to

Cover our drooling gaze.

She's down there in the valley

I know she wanders there

She's down there in the valley

I can see her golden hair.

I love you in the morning

My angel of the west

I love you in the evening

And I will do my very best

I'll do my very best.