425 Good Morning — Midnight I'm coming Home Day — got tired of Me How could I — of Him? Sunshine was a sweet place I liked to stay But Morn — didn't want me — now So — Goodnight — Day! I can look — can't I When the East is Red? The Hills — have a way — then That puts the Heart — abroad You — are not so fair — Midnight I chose — Day But — please take a little Girl He turned away!