Another morning, one more day that I've been granted
Too bad the sun can't come and chase the years away
At eighty-three the seeds of youth have all been planted
I see the harvest in a faded memory
Another morning, how I'd love to see my children
But they have all grown up and away to other lives
Jim is a doctor, Bill's a pilot; they don't call often
And we lost Sarah in the fire of '65
Now the days are growing longer
And I am much too old for anyone to hold
How I wish that I were stronger
To make the trip back home
Can I make it all alone
Another morning, feed the cat and watch the TV
It's days like this when I miss Katherine the most
I lost her last May when the sickness took her from me
But I still talk to her like she never left the house
Now the days are growing longer
And I am much too old for anyone to hold
How I wish that I were stronger
To make the trip back home
Can I make it all alone
Another morning, I have watched the children playing
Without a thought or care to how they spend their lives
Someone should warn them that the years come slowly creeping
And one day they will see the world through my eyes
How the days will grow much longer
And they will be too old for anyone to hold
How they'll wish that they were stronger
To make the trip back home
But like me they'll be alone
Yes, I wish that I were stronger
For I know I must go home
But it's hard to all alone