Morning flowers, they swayed in the early breeze Waking eyes of the field underneath the trees "Don't be long" is what they said to me when I left at dawn But I'm sick of hurrying and I know they're wrong Took the bridge across the North Saskatchewan Watched the birds, and I stood in the summer sun "Take your time" is what they say to me and I think it's fine Think I'll linger here til it turns to wine Morning flowers tell you many secrets in those early hours See you tomorrow oh my morning flowers