When the deer's bedded down, and the bear has gone to ground, and the northern goose haswandered off to warmer bay and sound, it's so easy in the cold to feel the darkness ofthe year, and the heart is growin' lonely for the morning.Oh, Majonee, don't you know that the stars are swingin' slow, and the seas are rollin'easy as they did so long ago?And if I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time that the world is alwaysturning toward the morning.When October's growin' thin, and November's comin' home, you'll be thinkin' of the seasonand the sad things that you've seen.And you hear that old wind walkin', hear him singin' high and thin, you could swear he'sout there singin' of your sorrows.Oh, Majonee, don't you know that the stars are swingin' slow, and the seas are rollin'easy as they did so long ago?And if I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time that the world is alwaysturning toward the morning.So the darkness falls around you, and you hear the north wind blow, and you hear himcall your name out as he walks the brittle snow.Well, that old wind don't be in your trouble, he don't care, or even know, he's just walkin'down the darkness toward the morning.Oh, Majonee, don't you know that the stars are swingin' slow, and the seas are rollin'easy as they did so long ago?And if I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time that the world is alwaysturning toward the morning.It's a pity we don't know what the little flowers know, they can't face the cold November,they can't take the wind and the snow.They put their glories all behind them, bow their heads and let it go, but you know they'llbe there shining in the morning.Oh, Majonee, don't you know that the stars are swingin' slow, and the seas are rollin'easy as they did so long ago?And if I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time that the world is alwaysturning toward the morning.Oh, Majonee, don't you know that the days are rollin' slow, old man Winter's rollin' easyas he did so long ago?And if that wind should come and ask you, why's Majonee weepin' so, won't you tell himthat you're weepin' for the morning?Oh, Majonee, don't you know that the stars are swingin' slow, and the seas are rollin'easy as they did so long ago?And if I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time that the world is alwaysturning toward the morning.musicapplause