Even morning’s infernal shadows are lined with golden rays,
And you can bet they will be the darkest of the days,
Something you can count on when you wake up weeping Ma.
Oh our darlin’ I still see you you’re always smiling home,
I’d gladly trade that day for any dead thing bone for bone,
But summer ain’t forever; I thought I knew you’d never go.
Even mourning’s infernal shadows are lined with golden rays,
And you can bet they will be the darkest of the days,
Something you can count on when you wake up weeping Pa.