could I but touch your mouth one time again
't would brighten up the darkest day
like some lost hero in a storybook
't would light my way
and we could listen to the wind again
sing it's soft and sad refrain
but the song don't sound the same no more
like it was before
the morning looks like rain
October rapping on my doorstep
fills my heart with fears
'till Autumn's rushing leaves all fall
winter's ghost appears
for Winter's cold and in won't be the same
with no one to call my name
upon my window taps the time
a never ending rhyme it seems
and the morning looks like rain
and yet if I could touch your face
and make you take your place with me
then the morning wouldn't rain
no the morning wouldn't rain