Morning comes and you are driving / round the curves and past the pines / Mist is in the air; it lingers /all along the mountainside

Carry all that you’ve been given / Carry all that you call home / Carry all the smells that linger / Carry all you’ve called your own

Morning comes and you are calling / for a different place to be / for a different way to wake up / for a way you can be free

Carry all your courtroom stupor / Carry all your girlish pride / Carry all the flowers that faded / all along the mountainside

Morning comes and you are longing / for a place to call your own / for a love that lifts your head up / magic in a different tone

Carry all that you remember / Carry all you have to give / Carry all as you are smiling / Carry all, and just let live / Carry all; you came to live

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