Early Morning Rain - Wendy Matthews

作曲：Gordon Lightfoot

In the early morning rain

With a dollar in my hand

And an aching in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home

And I missed my loved one so

In the early morning rain

With no place to go

Out on runway number nine

Big 707 set to go

But I'm out here on the grass

Where the cold wind blows

Well the liquor tasted good

And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend she's a rolling now at last

Hear that mighty engines roar

See the silver bird on high

She's away and westward bound

Far above the clouds she'll fly

Where the morning rain don't fall

And the sun will always shine

She'll be flying o'er my home in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down

It's no earthly good to me

No no no

Cause I'm stuck here on the ground

Cold and drunk as I can be

You can't jump a big jet plane like you

Can an old freight train

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain