作词 : Stewart It's morning o'er the Islands I love And wild seas lie still, deep and blue Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you When hope was an ocean-pounding heart Then love was the ship that carried me through And now I've reached my Island I'll find peace again If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you Old the land, older its people. But the promise of new life is still the victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger, He can never call this land his home Nor wish the truth away. With the honesty of fire light on your face We while away the hours as lovers do At the closing of the evening I will ask no more If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you Old the land, older its people. But the promise of new life is still the victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger, He can never call this land his home Nor wish the truth away. Though tomorrow is still no more than dreams It's yesterday that gives me strength to do For the hardest roads will run like silk to me, it seems. If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you
作词 : Stewart It's morning o'er the Islands I love And wild seas lie still, deep and blue Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you When hope was an ocean-pounding heart Then love was the ship that carried me through And now I've reached my Island I'll find peace again If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you Old the land, older its people. But the promise of new life is still the victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger, He can never call this land his home Nor wish the truth away. With the honesty of fire light on your face We while away the hours as lovers do At the closing of the evening I will ask no more If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you Old the land, older its people. But the promise of new life is still the victor o'er decay. Hold the dream, pass by the stranger, He can never call this land his home Nor wish the truth away. Though tomorrow is still no more than dreams It's yesterday that gives me strength to do For the hardest roads will run like silk to me, it seems. If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you
