Words of Hope

 
 
This my new favorite song. . .I wish I had heard it twenty years ago.
  Turning Toward the Morning
by Gordon Bok

 
When the deer has bedded down and the bear has gone to ground,
And the northern goose has wandered off to warmer bay and sound,
It's so easy in the cold to feel the darkness of the year
And the heart is growing lonely for the morning.

Chorus
Oh, my Joanie, don't you know that the stars are swinging slow,
And the seas are rolling easy, as they did so long ago?
If I had a thing to give to you, I would tell you one more time
That the world is always turning toward the morning.


Now October's growing thin and November's coming home,
You'll be thinking of the season and the sad things that you've seen.
And you hear the old wind walking, hear him singing high and thin
You could swear he's out there singing of your sorrows.


When the darkness falls around you and the Northwind comes to blow.
And you hear him call your name out as he walks the brittle snow;
That old wind don't mean you trouble, he don't care or even know,
He's just walking down the darkness toward the morning.


It's a pity we don't know what the little flowers know.
They can't face the cold November, they can't take the wind and snow:
They put their glories all behind them, bow their heads and let it go.
But you know they'll be there shining in the morning.

 

Now, my Joanie, don't you know that the days are rolling slow,
And the winter's walking easy, as he did so long ago?
And if that wind should come and ask you, "Why's my Joanie weeping so?"
Won't you tell him that you're weeping for the morning?

 
 

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