In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
And you fill my head with you.
Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can't get out.
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh.
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh.
Can I take it to a morning
Where the fields are painted gold
Of the feelings never told?
And the day is almost through,
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh.
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh.
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh.
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh.
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh.
* Siffler la mélodie des
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh
qu'on retrouve dans le refrain.