ABSTRACT
It’s early – In bedrooms the sleepy stir. Blackbirds are hedgerow alarms.
It’s early – Dreams are a fading ferris wheel That spins past too fast.
It’s early – The day waits patiently for you To rise at last.
It’s early – In bedrooms the sleepy stir. Blackbirds are hedgerow alarms.
It’s early – Dreams are a fading ferris wheel That spins past too fast.
It’s early – The day waits patiently for you To rise at last.