My Own Morning

Lyrics
[GEORGINA] I want a door that belongs to me I want a bed that belongs to me I wanna know when I climb into bed I'll wake up in my own mornin' A mornin' that really belongs to me I want a floor that belongs to me I want a chair that belongs to me I wanna know when I rock in that chair I'll look up at my own ceilin' And oh, what a feelin' that's gonna be The golden hours Waitin' in a line I can pick like flowers Hangin' on a vine And on that day that belongs to me I'll have the man that belongs to me To share the door and the floor and the bed And the chair and my own mornin' Where every hour is golden No one to whom I'm bеholden A mornin' that really belongs to mе And oh, what a feelin' that's gonna be The golden hours Waitin' in a line I can pick like flowers Hangin' on a vine And on that day that belongs to me I'll have the man that belongs to me To share the door and the floor and the bed And the chair and my own mornin' Where every hour is golden No one to whom I'm beholden A mornin' that really belongs to me Belongs to me, belongs to me
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Credits
- Writers
- Jule Styne
- Betty Comden
- Adolph Green