She's there waiting at the gate Painted by the dawn.
She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet Night sky is torn.
She says Good Morning, I smile and say the same.
She's STANDS waiting at the gate Smiling at the rain.
As I turn to wave to her I wish I could remain.
She [-EEE ] says Good Morning.
She's there waiting at the gate WARMING all she sees.
Threading through a web of gas The rain precedes the storm,
Coughing on my way to work Her smile keeps me warm
She said Good Morning I smiled and said the same.
She's STANDS waiting at the gate A picture in my brain.

Writer : ALDER, JOHN CHARLES/MAY, PHILIP ARTHUR DENNIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing