Every morning when I wake
Dear Lord -- a little prayer I make
Oh please do keep thy loving eye
On all poor creatures born to die
And every evening at sundown
I ask a blessing on the town
For whether we last the night or no
I'm sure as always -- touch and go
We are not holy, bad or good
Who live our lives under milkwood
And vow, I know, will't be the first
To see our best side, not our worst
Who let us see another day
Bless us this night, I pray
And to the sun we all will vow
And say goodbye, but just for now

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