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It's early morn in late September,
I greet the dawn of a brand new day;
The ocean breeze blowin' in my window,
Is fallin' softly upon my face.
When I arise, put on the coffee,
I hear a whisperin' in my brain;
My old guitar standin' in the corner,
Is gently callin' out my name.
And I will sing a song for you,
Of cloudless skies and mountain views,
Of sailing ships upon the blue,
And endless waves.
A song for you on this brand new day.
Singin' ooh la la la la,
Singin' ooh la la la la,
A song for you on this brand new day.
The late summer sun is slowly sinkin',
Disappearing without a trace;
The stars above commence their twinkling,
A perfect end to this perfect day.
And I will sing a song for you,
Of cloudless skies and mountain views,
Of sailing ships upon the blue,
And endless waves.
A song for you on this brand new day.
Singin' ooh la la la la,
Singin' ooh la la la la,
A song for you on this brand new day.
