Morning sun shines on her face,
opens up her eyes to yet another day.
Wakes me with a tender touch,
looks at me and smiles in that familiar way.
And then,
without a word,
she makes my day begin.
And I know without a doubt,
that's what loving's all about.
Lord, it'd want to make me sing.
Lord, it'd want to make me sing.
Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
She makes my day, yes, she makes my day begin.
I'm not a man of words.
I'll never be remembered for my poetry.
But if I could choose a line that says
it all and leaves the rest to history,
then here's what it should be.
She makes my day begin.
And I know without a doubt,
that's what loving's all about.
Lord, it'd want to make me sing.
Lord, it'd want to make me sing.
Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
She makes my day, yes, she makes my day begin.
Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
And she makes my day,
yes,
she makes my day begin.