Early morning Hear the children play Morning coffee on the table tray And I'm leaving for a day Where your smile and your joyful words lay Touch my hair locks Touch my chest and see How we're heading to the next scene Like a mother bird builds her nest Like a pillow feather flits and rest I am wandering from place to place Sometimes I stay, sometimes I trace for the best But as your loving hands craft our song I am sure we've found our dream home