Along the road in the morning,
I saw the sun horning n' horning.
I saw the sky; turning blue,
I saw the light giving the clue.
That ‘get on with life' and with the cart,
The clue that rises in the heart.
The clue that gives a thought to the mind,
‘Go and get the characters of the kind'.
Fetch the early morning bride,
Take a look at the thinking site,
Along the site, know your side.
Along the road in the morning.
And after I put my shoes to bed,
The sun came up to me and said;
