the break-of-day eastern sky is a primeval crimson
tinges of rich yellow speak of the gold in the sun
i salute the coming day with a stretch and a yawn
and i know i must be up with the sun to caress life

a cackle, a coo, a rascally laugh and a gruff lament
tell me little has changed and all things mark time
i bow to those who die a million deaths in their time
yet up with the sun still sing songs about each new day

a little voice whispers to me softly about things cosmic
and how everything has a shadow that's its clone
i applaud the ingenious few who strike out bravely
and remember how they have upgraded things lately

up with the sun my dear maiden true; the ties that bind
are forever in motion seeking a breaking of tensions
i  **** a piece of me every day when i sulk like a reluctant groom
for up with the sun I must ride away into a velvet sunset dream