Herons flew above me in the morning light
giant shadows fell down on me
and misty waves sounded in my ears
they still echo in my mind
baby, once in a while
as my eyesight fails
and all the colors range
between tones of gray
i recall that sound
and i wish i was
in that morning light
where the herons fly
the creek and i have aged
the herons are all gone
grey and white, they don't fly here
but as i stare through the rising dawn
they're still vivid in my mind
baby once in a while
i can hardly see
through my memories
it's like a crazy dream
i once had of dying
and i wish i was
in that morning light
in the morning light
in the morning light
i wish i was
in the morning light
as the years come tumbling down
i wonder if i'll hear the sound
of the grey herons flight
in the morning lig¬ht