She’s there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn.
She’s there waiting at the gates as the velvet night sky is torn.
She says good morning, I smile and say the same.
She’s stands waiting at the gate smiling at the rain.
As I turn to wave to her I wish I could remain.
She [-eee ] says good morning.
She’s there waiting at the gate warming all she sees.
Threading through a web of gas the rain precedes the storm,
Coughing on my way to work her smile keeps me warm
She said good morning i smiled and said the same.
She’s stands waiting at the gate a picture in my brain.