| Song | Morning Come |
| Artist | Marianne Faithfull |
| Album | A Child's Adventure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wally Badarou & Marianne Faithfull | |
| 作词 : Badarou, Faithfull | |
| When will the morning come ? | |
| I wait in darkness so long. | |
| Will the sun ever rise again ? | |
| Hours flowing over me | |
| I wait in vain for some change. | |
| Will light ever pierce this pain ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird's wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
| How will the morning be ? | |
| I watched the dawn in my dreams | |
| And imagined the day for years. | |
| Shall I feel warmth again | |
| And feel it true when they say | |
| That the day never ends in tears ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird's wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
| Tell me please, | |
| How will it come | |
| This release, | |
| A crack in the door. | |
| Shall I feel warm again | |
| And feel it true when they say | |
| That the day never ends in tears ? | |
| Beyond and back of the wind | |
| Little birds fly into the sea. | |
| Morning light shine on me. | |
| Oh, tell me please, how will she come | |
| Surrounding me, the opening door ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird's wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast | |
| Beyond and back of the wind | |
| Little birds fly into the sea. | |
| Morning light shine on me. | |
| Riding on a humming bird's wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East ... |
| zuo qu : Wally Badarou Marianne Faithfull | |
| zuo ci : Badarou, Faithfull | |
| When will the morning come ? | |
| I wait in darkness so long. | |
| Will the sun ever rise again ? | |
| Hours flowing over me | |
| I wait in vain for some change. | |
| Will light ever pierce this pain ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
| How will the morning be ? | |
| I watched the dawn in my dreams | |
| And imagined the day for years. | |
| Shall I feel warmth again | |
| And feel it true when they say | |
| That the day never ends in tears ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
| Tell me please, | |
| How will it come | |
| This release, | |
| A crack in the door. | |
| Shall I feel warm again | |
| And feel it true when they say | |
| That the day never ends in tears ? | |
| Beyond and back of the wind | |
| Little birds fly into the sea. | |
| Morning light shine on me. | |
| Oh, tell me please, how will she come | |
| Surrounding me, the opening door ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast | |
| Beyond and back of the wind | |
| Little birds fly into the sea. | |
| Morning light shine on me. | |
| Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East ... |
| zuò qǔ : Wally Badarou Marianne Faithfull | |
| zuò cí : Badarou, Faithfull | |
| When will the morning come ? | |
| I wait in darkness so long. | |
| Will the sun ever rise again ? | |
| Hours flowing over me | |
| I wait in vain for some change. | |
| Will light ever pierce this pain ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
| How will the morning be ? | |
| I watched the dawn in my dreams | |
| And imagined the day for years. | |
| Shall I feel warmth again | |
| And feel it true when they say | |
| That the day never ends in tears ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
| Tell me please, | |
| How will it come | |
| This release, | |
| A crack in the door. | |
| Shall I feel warm again | |
| And feel it true when they say | |
| That the day never ends in tears ? | |
| Beyond and back of the wind | |
| Little birds fly into the sea. | |
| Morning light shine on me. | |
| Oh, tell me please, how will she come | |
| Surrounding me, the opening door ? | |
| Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
| May the pilgrim join in the feast | |
| Beyond and back of the wind | |
| Little birds fly into the sea. | |
| Morning light shine on me. | |
| Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
| Caravans fleeing from the East ... |