The Waking Hour

And I wake to the radio morning news

Just as the day is dawning

And I watch from the window as a passing cloud

Dulls a hopeful morning

And I wonder, will the girl I love

Come back with the mourning?

But the omen crow at the waking hour

Has given me fair warning

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

And she was once my heart's delight

My need and my desire

She was my love, she was my light

My water and my fire

And I was once the same to her

When we both walked together

The heavy heart at the waking hour

Predicted heavy weather

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

'Cause I know love, I've seen love's face

And I understand its sorrows

And for every love I've ever had

Has always meant tomorrow

Though I am Wednesday's child, woe

I try not to ungrateful

But I was born in midnight black

With a heart than can be hateful

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

Oh, and the heart that's breaking never makes a sound

And the heart that's breaking never makes a sound