Lyrics Morning Thoughts - Gil Scott-Heron

The sweet smell of my lady′s love
Her body blending with my own
The time when the world is dark and quiet
And we're alone

The precipice that separates noise from peace
A pinch of the ever-evolving magic
A precious place combines and still confirms the space
A oneness and togetherness
There′s a morning thought

And still a softer morning in March
A gift for me, from God with a darling face
And papa's eyes and grandma's grace
How there the light of immortality shines

As wondrous fragile dreams taste light
And the slightest breeze for the first time
Morning thoughts then evolve as smiles
And love, and sunshine, and good morning

And morning thoughts of the storm
Of lightning flashing through the dawning sky
Of grandma′s hands and younger days of life′s
Discovery from behind the veil of her guidance

Of the music that forms our historical biography
Describing the precious heritage
Of the aches and frustrations of city life blues
The threats of violence that provides the atmosphere
And observations from the balcony of a B movie
As all the world's a stage

Morning thoughts reveal so much
As midnight black gives way to morning cracks from sunshine
You see morning as a new day and a new beginning
With all of it′s bright interpretive promise

Shine down then the sunshine on Zimbabwe
Shine down on Nicaragua, Liberia, on Poland
Wherever a man would dare stand up for change
We were born at midnight in the darkest time
But surely the first minute of a new day brings new strength

Sometime near morning
There's a smile I really need
A chance to gather our love together
And express everything we feel