Sometimes (in the Morning )      Sometimes in the morning      I catch a falling dream, disappearing scene      Think about a someone      I will never see again      Now it’s only me again      Sometimes in the morning      I think I hear a phrase echo through the haze      Just beyond my vision      Something that she said one night      Before we went to bed one night      Sometimes in the morning      I go back to sleep trying hard to keep      Memories in motion      Wishing she were near, my love      Whispering in my ear “my love”      Copyright 1970, 1999 Malcolm McKinney