Morning Part 2 (Interlude)
Beate Slettevoll Lech
It's the time of day when the city smells of pastry
I'm walking down the pavement with a paper cup of coffee
I see folded morning papers lay unread on people's doorsteps
And all I hear are chirping birds accompanying my footsteps
Good morning pretty crack of dawn
Good morning city, here I come
I'm ready for this day to come
With a coffee and a bun