Morning Is Broken

You used to be mean, you used to be cruel
But you were laughing then and it was no accident
Where did the mean man go? Is he chasing his shadow?
Is he unhappy to report that the
Gentleman he found is a terrible bore?
You know it all, you've got all the answers
But if that's the case, what's with the long face?
It's very easy to be brave with your good foot in the grave
It's very easy to be cold when there's
No one in the world you want to know
It's very easy to be suave when you're
On your guard like you always are
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbours as you lock your doors
You face up the mirror Mr Pimpa-Pom
Is it hard to let go at the foot of the rainbow
Just to be informed that the chase was your reward?
Here, have a crock of gold, keep it for when you're old
Like a week on Tuesday, hey wise men say
It's very easy to be brave with your good foot in the grave
It's very easy to be cold when there's
Nowhere in the world you want to go
It's very easy to be suave when you're
On your guard like you always are
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbours as you lock your doors
You face up the mirror Mr Pimpa-Pom
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbours as you lock your doors
The morning is broken Mr Pimpa-Pom
Put me in the ground
Put me in the ground
Come on, put me in the ground
The morning is broken
Come on, put me in the ground
Come on, come on, put me in the ground
The morning is broken