When the song of the morning starts, with all the birds a-singing,

I wish I could awaken and join the morning sun that is bringing

Light to shine upon all whose faces beam with life awakening,

But it is all that I can do to make my eyes to begin their opening.

With shades drawn down and the curtains closed in dark closing,

I roll over in my bed and cover my head with blankets enclosing

My lazy flesh and will-less body, seeking to lay reposing

In the comfort of my bed with head upon pillows, unfolding

Dreams that come and take to flight as if I were arising–

But still in bed I lay my head and lay there without rising.