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When morning comes to America - Jonas Fjeld

My father woud shower for work every day

He'd try by the old radio

We'd listen in bed to that rhy them every day

Wondering how one man could sink down so low

Then my cousin brought money

From worlds faraway

With colours and strange soundin' names

And I'd search like a sailor

To find where they lay

Promisin' myself I would go there oneday

My grandfather gave me an old radio

It played foreign stations

From crystals to that glowed

And just like a comet ready to appear

I knew I'd shine much brighter

In that new atmosphere

When morning comes to America

A mother awakens somewhere in the west

The child's content from her breast

The husband soon joins her

And walks down the stairs

Finding her a ribbon to pull back her hair

When morning comes to America

When morning comes to America