Turning Toward The Morning Gordon Bok

(C)(G) (D) (G)(C) (G)
When the deer has bedded down and the (C)bear has gone to ground,
And the (G)northern goose has wandered off to (C)warmer bay and (D7)sound,
It's so (G)easy in the cold to feel the (C)darkness of the year,
And the (G)heart is growing (D)lonely for the (C)morning. (G)

Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow,
And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go?
If I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time
That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G)

Now October's growing thin and No(C)vember's coming home,
You'll be (G)thinking of the season and the (C)sad things that you've (D7)seen.
And you (G)hear that old wind walking, hear him (C)singing high and thin,
You could (G)swear he's out there (D)singing of your (C)sorrow. (G)

Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow,
And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go?
If I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time
That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G)

When the darkness falls around you and the (C)North Wind comes to blow,
And you (G)hear him call you name out as he (C)walks the brittle (D7)snow:
That old (G)wind don't mean you trouble, he don't (C)care or even know,
He's just (G)walking down the (D)darkness toward the (C)morning. (G)

Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow,
And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go?
If I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time
That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G)

It's a pity we don't know what the (C)little flowers know.
They can't (G)face the cold November, they can't (C)take the wind and (D7)snow:
They put their (G)glories all behind them, bow their (C)heads and let it go,
But you (G)know they'll be there (D)shining in the (C)morning. (G)

Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow,
And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go?
And if I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time
That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G)

Now, my Joanie, don't you know that the (C)days are rolling slow,
And the (G)winter's walking easy, as he (C)did so long a(D7)go?
And, if that (G)wind should come and ask you, "Why's my (C)Joanie weeping so?"
Wont you (G)tell him that you're (D)weeping for the (C)morning? (G)

Oh, my (D7)Joanie, don't you know that the (G)stars are swinging slow,
And the seas are rolling easy as they (C)did so long a(D7)go?
And if I (G)had a thing to give you, I would (C)tell you one more time
That the (G)world is always (D)turning toward the (C)morning. (G) (D) (G)

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