PRECIOUS MORNING

 

The imagination is so abundant, you have ideas that drop on hard, dry ground and never sprout, ideas that drop on fertile ground and do, ideas that drop somewhere between. Some of them you just let go by. Some of them will not leave you alone. Even then, some of them surprise you. Some ideas seem to sprout up overnight. Others need years to grow into a plant that bears fruit. When it comes to a songwriter’s creative output, there is just no telling. That’s probably true of a scientist hoping to prove a theorem as well. A lawyer delivering his or her final summation in court. A priest in search of an inspiring sermon. Emotions are super abundant. So is the sexual impulse. So is the imagination. There is no shortage of material to draw from. And really, since there is no shortage of ideas, no matter what you’re working on, if it doesn’t work one way, it will work another.

Here is a song of mine my brother Mark does. A song from the mid 70’s, but all Mark’s rendition, vocal and instrumentation. You can’t imagine how proud it makes me feel to have someone bother to learn one of my songs. It’s an honor not everyone gets to feel.

OH PRECIOUS MORNING 

MORNING_   IS A MISCHIEVOUS KNAVE

SOMETIMES I THINK SHE COMES JUST TO LEARN HOW TO BEHAVE

BUT EACH TIME THE SUN COMES UP_   SHE DISAPPEARS LIKE A CURIOUS PUP

AND LEADS US TO BELIEVE SHE SANG FOR SUPPER___

     MORNING_   I KNOW BETTER THAN TO GRIEVE

     YOU KNOW SOMEHOW YOU I’VE COME TO BELIEVE

     YOUR AFTERNOON DISGUISE_   HAS BEEN SEEN THRU BY THIS PAIR OF EYES

     AND I CAN TELL YOU THAT YOU HAVEN’T REALLY GONE ANYWHERE AT ALL

         OH___ PRECIOUS MORNING___

         I LOVE YOU SO___ WHY DO YOU GO___?

         OH___ PRECIOUS MORNING___

         SOMEDAY YOU’LL SEE___ YOUR ETERNITY___

(Instrumental break) 

MORNING_   I KNOW YOU SO WELL

YOU REMIND ME JUST A LITTLE BIT OF MYSELF

SOMEHOW YOU JUST CAME AND WENT_   AND TRYING TO HOLD ON TO IT

IS JUST LIKE TRYING TO LEAVE A DENT IN WATER___

     MORNING_   WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MIRROR

     YOU TEND TO MAKE ME WONDER WHAT I’M DOING HERE

     YOU KNOW I CAN GET ALONG_   IF YOU DON’T LAST ALL DAY LONG

     BUT WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT SEEMS LIKE YOU NEVER EVEN REALLY CAME AT ALL

(Cho.) (Instrumental break)

MORNING_   I’VE JUST BEEN IN MY MIND

I JUST RAN INTO YOUR WATCH DOG MISTER TIME

AND WHEN I SEE YOU JUMP THE FENCE_   IT’S TOO HIGH FOR ME AND IT MAKES ME WINCE

AND I GET LEFT BEHIND TO GREET THIS STRANGER__

     MORNING_   I WILL NOT COMPLAIN

     SOMEHOW I KNOW YOU WILL COME AGAIN

     OF LAST NIGHT I’M UNAWARE, I JUST ASSUME THAT IT WAS THERE

     BUT I OPENED MY EYES AND I LOOKED AROUND AND THERE YOU WERE

(Cho.)

         OH___ PRECIOUS MORNING___ 

         I LOVE YOU SO___ WHY DO YOU GO___? 

         OH___ PRECIOUS MORNING___ 

         AH, SOMEDAY WE’LL SEE___ OUR ETERNITY___

 

Written July 1975 

REPORT TO MANKIND © Copyright Jas Hilsdon, 2010