It's early morn
the birds are gone
no need to wake up
the bed's so warm
and open wide
there's no one sleeping
at my side
it was the break of dawn
I thought I heard you wrong
the body's here
but the soul's not near
I'm hiding out and yet
I'm still here
It's afternoon maybe
you're OK I bet you'll
be home soon
it was the break of dawn
I thought I heard you wrong
now you've been gone so long
I hope I heard you wrong
If I could go on sleeping for the rest of the year
stare at the ceiling til there's nothing there
avoid my life and unplug my head
and never ever leave this bed
evening comes
sun go down
nothing here but some
distant sounds
and the bed's a cell pull the
blankets 'round and I'll never tell
it was the break of dawn
I thought I heard you wrong
now you've gone so long
I hope I heard you wrongOnce in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood.
And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in a castle of wood.
And across the room on another shelf stood a little glass case,
And a tiny ballerina lived in there all in her dress of lace.
And from where the little tin soldier stood they could see each other so clear
And the little tin soldier watched over her with a love that was so dear.
Then one day sadness came: the tiny ballerina was sold.
The little tin soldier was thrown away and into the gutter he rolled.
The water carried him to the sea and many far-off lands.
He made many children happy as he passed through their tiny hands.
And then one day they met again in a house in the land of Eire
And when the clocks on the wall struck the midnight hour
They jumped into a fire
And in that fire they shall stay
Forever in the day.
For the fire, Lord, is the fire of love,
Just like the peaceful dove.