Oh morning sun, what do you see In the shadow of your beam? Oh morning sun, can you tell me Are things always what they seem? Oh morning sun, you rise above the morning haze. Oh morning sun, you saw the morning of my days; Oh morning sun, can you see me Or have I lost cry individuality? How blue the sky is, how green the grass As the morning sun will pass. How blue the water, the rippling stream, In the shadow of your dream, And the morning sun will rise above the morning haze, That morning sun that saw the morning of my days, Oh morning sun can you see me Or have I lost my individuality? And the morning sun will rise above the morning haze, The morning sun that saw the morning of my days, Oh morning sun can you see me Or have I lost my individuality?