Mists rise from the stream
Till the golden sun comes into view
I know, you used to come here
When the morning sun dries the dew

Those who undone silent leaves
Shake their heads, don't know what is true
And so I'll wait here for you
When the morning sun dries the dew

If I knew what lay awaiting
Then I'd know just what I should do
Although I may not see you
When the morning sun dries the dew

In this world of fame and sorrow
Peace of mind is found by a few
Tomorrow I'll still be waiting
When the morning sun dries the dew

When the morning sun dries the dew.
