| Song | One Morning |
| Artist | America |
| Album | The Best of America |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Dewey Bunnell Music:Dewey Bunnell | |
| One morning when the mist came down | |
| I woke up early and I looked around | |
| My baby slept, the sky was blue | |
| I started walkin' thinkin' only of you | |
| Up the hill and down the road | |
| Past the people that I barely know | |
| Round the bend to the run-off wash | |
| I found a feather that a quail had lost | |
| Where are you goin' now my friend | |
| Where are you goin' now | |
| Are you going to see them on the mountain now | |
| Goin' to see them trees | |
| Goin' to watch the circles take a bow | |
| Goin' to help agree | |
| To be | |
| Today | |
| Some people like to play out loud | |
| I like them always, they're a laughing crowd | |
| To catch the wind then come slidin' down | |
| You reach the bottom fallin' upside down | |
| Touch a hand and see the world turnin' circles | |
| Brushin' every curl back again | |
| To those sunset walks | |
| That special summer and those all night talks |
| Lyrics: Dewey Bunnell Music: Dewey Bunnell | |
| One morning when the mist came down | |
| I woke up early and I looked around | |
| My baby slept, the sky was blue | |
| I started walkin' thinkin' only of you | |
| Up the hill and down the road | |
| Past the people that I barely know | |
| Round the bend to the runoff wash | |
| I found a feather that a quail had lost | |
| Where are you goin' now my friend | |
| Where are you goin' now | |
| Are you going to see them on the mountain now | |
| Goin' to see them trees | |
| Goin' to watch the circles take a bow | |
| Goin' to help agree | |
| To be | |
| Today | |
| Some people like to play out loud | |
| I like them always, they' re a laughing crowd | |
| To catch the wind then come slidin' down | |
| You reach the bottom fallin' upside down | |
| Touch a hand and see the world turnin' circles | |
| Brushin' every curl back again | |
| To those sunset walks | |
| That special summer and those all night talks |
| Lyrics: Dewey Bunnell Music: Dewey Bunnell | |
| One morning when the mist came down | |
| I woke up early and I looked around | |
| My baby slept, the sky was blue | |
| I started walkin' thinkin' only of you | |
| Up the hill and down the road | |
| Past the people that I barely know | |
| Round the bend to the runoff wash | |
| I found a feather that a quail had lost | |
| Where are you goin' now my friend | |
| Where are you goin' now | |
| Are you going to see them on the mountain now | |
| Goin' to see them trees | |
| Goin' to watch the circles take a bow | |
| Goin' to help agree | |
| To be | |
| Today | |
| Some people like to play out loud | |
| I like them always, they' re a laughing crowd | |
| To catch the wind then come slidin' down | |
| You reach the bottom fallin' upside down | |
| Touch a hand and see the world turnin' circles | |
| Brushin' every curl back again | |
| To those sunset walks | |
| That special summer and those all night talks |