Daybreak
Ferde Grof / Harold Adamson
Daybreak, another new day,
The mist on the meadow is drifting away
For it's daybreak, the sun's in the sky now
And flowers break through their blanket of dew.
Sunrise, how lovely it seems
To see from my window, a sky full of dreams
As the white clouds sail on through the blue,
At daybreak I daydream of you