And now, Morning has come

Happy were the hours of dawn

When we played and laughed at each's joke

Happy were the sleeps when I pillowed your breasts

And now, morning has come.

I do not want to but I must rise with the sun

And trend the terrains of earth in search of bread

To wade off the hunger of noon and night

Else, at twilight, I die with the sun

Your slender hands hardly let me, go, slip off into the day

And now I carry your scent where e'er I go, a fuel for my toil

Bread in hand, I long for home and for you

But when I return, will you be there?