Morning came to the window of the street. - Laura Nyro

And from the sky come the Lord and the lightning
And from the sky come
The Lord and the lightning

I was raised on the good book Jesus
Till I read between the lines
Now I don't believe I ever wanna see the morning

My troubles are many They're deep as a well I swear there ain't no Heaven And I pray there ain't no hell But I'll never know by living
only my dying will tell. And when I die and when I'm gone There'll be, one child born And a world to carry on, to carry on.