Oh sweet gentle morning
Oh sweet water flowing
Cross pastures and meadows
Sweet breezes blowing
Sun bright, clear sunlight is shining
Blue, blue sky, fresh breath is aligning
Oh sweet gentle morning
Oh sweet water flowing
Along by the seashore
Eating mackerel on rye
Over blue misty mountains
Under cool wispy fountains
Oh sweet gentle morning
Oh sweet water flowing
From Arizona to Egypt
The rock face and the delta
The air we are breathing
The clothes we are weaving
Oh sweet gentle morning
Oh sweet water flowing
In Piccadilly Circus
Over Wordsworth’s London bridge
The tourists are flocking
The Cafes and pavements are rocking
Oh sweet gentle morning
Oh sweet water flowing
The sculptures are fondled not fumbled
The galleries are wandered and wondered
Expressions of beauty
Of love and desire
Oh sweet gentle morning
Oh sweet water flowing
And now we’ll take tea
Our oat cakes by the fire
We’ll open the paper
Enjoy the magazine The Wire
Oh sweet gentle morning
Oh sweet water flowing
