Evening is the time of day
I find nothing much to say
Don't know what to do, 
But [bad word] to

When it's early in the morning
Over by the window day is dawning
When I feel the air I feel that life
Is very good to me, you know
In the sun, there is so much yellow
Something in the early morning meadow
Tells me that today you're on your way
And you'll [bad word] home, home to me

Night time isn't clear to me
I find nothing near to me
Don't know what to do 
But [bad word] to

When it's early in the morning
Very, very early without warning 
I came feel a newly born vibration
Sneaking up on me again
There's a song bird on my pillow
I can see the fun in weeping willow
I can see the sun you're on your way 
And you'll [bad word] home

Evening is the time of day
I find nothing much to say
Don't know what to do, but [bad word] to

Evening is the time of day
I find nothing much to say
Don't know what to do, 
But [bad word] to

When it's early in the morning
Over by the window day is dawning
When I feel the air I feel that life
Is very good to me, you know
In the sun, there is so much yellow
Something in the early morning meadow
Tells me that today you're on your way
And you'll [bad word] home to me