| The morning sun brings in the light of all new hope of perfect poetry |
| The swallows they sing in the day |
| with songs they learn from treetop evergreens |
| Through heart shaped alibis, I find I find |
| My little piece of peace |
| And just outside my window, the soft wind blows |
| In the widest of blue skies |
| Warmest rays of sunshine, my eyes have ever seen |
| The kind of bright you got to be in |
| The kind of day that hope believes in |
| Oh oh oh |
| I’m caught up in the moment of the dawning day |
| and all that I can be |
| Yesterday’s debts have all been paid |
| Tomorrow’s worries got no hold on me |
| I’m cheating gravity, don’t try to try |
| It comes easily |
| And anywhere that my heart goes, I’ll follow |
| In the widest of blue skies |
| Warmest rays of sunshine my eyes have ever seen |
| The kind of bright you got to be in |
| The kind of day that hope believes in |
| Oh oh oh |
| In the widest of blue skies |
| Warmest rays of sunshine my eyes have ever seen |
| The kind of bright you got to be in |
| The kind of day that hope believes in |