Music
Good morning, my dark-haired sleepyhead.
It’s time to wake, leave your dreams, and get out of bed.
Your soul swells with unsung notes, you know it’s true.
Bed sheets can wait, dear, sheets of music are calling you.
Good morning, my dark-haired sleepyhead.
It’s time to wake, leave your dreams, and get out of bed.
Your soul swells with unsung notes, you know it’s true.
Bed sheets can wait, dear, sheets of music are calling you.