In the Morning Tom Waits

He'll wear your heart and you will wear his ring
And you'll go rolling down a mustard hill
Play a lullaby on a fishbone harp
Ride away on the gray mare's tail

In the morning
In the morning
In the morning when I/you rise
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning I/you will be my/your true love's bride

Weave a rosemary wreath in your auburn hair
And you'll be the envy of all the girls
He'll wear your heart - and you will wear his ring
And you'll go rolling down a mustard hill
Play a lullaby on a fishbone harp
Ride away on the gray mare's tail

In the morning
In the morning
In the morning when I/you rise
In the morning
In the morning
In the morning I/you will be my/your true love's bride