Mine Is the Morning

Oh-oh, the hills are gold with morning
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, the road is mine this morning
And it's calling me to go

I used to walk the grey road with my collar turned in
Half a ghost on the byway, half afraid of the wind
I would leave before the sunrise so nobody would see
The girl with the fiddle and the road in her feet
But the frost taught me courage and the forest taught me fire
And the wild in me woke up and it climbed a little higher
Now I don't slip out sorry, now I don't leave in grey
I kick the door wide open and I sing my way away

'Cause the mist has lifted off the moor
And the whole green world's awake
Every mile flings open a door
Every step is mine to take

Mine is the morning, mine is the road
Mine is the wind coming down off the snow
I was born to the grey, but I grew to the gold
Mine is the morning, and mine is the road
Oh-oh, and mine is the road

Let the settled folk pity me, let them shake their grey heads
"She'll be cold, she'll be lonely, she'll want four walls and a bed"
But they've never stood on a ridge with the dawn breaking through
With a hawk on the high wind and the whole world in view
I've got moss for a pillow and stars for a roof
And a heart that stopped asking anybody for proof
So keep your name in the annals, keep your stone and your crown
I'll be over the mountain before the sun's all the way down

'Cause the mist has lifted off the moor
And the whole green world's awake
Every mile flings open a door
Every step is mine to take

Mine is the morning, mine is the road
Mine is the wind coming down off the snow
I was born to the grey, but I grew to the gold
Mine is the morning, and mine is the road
Oh-oh, and mine is the road

And if you should ever tire of your walls and your door
Of the same four corners you've counted before
Then follow the wren where the tall pines grow
There's a whole wide morning that you ought to know
It was never being lost — it was always being free
It was never being lost, no
Come and see what I see

Mine is the morning, mine is the road
Mine is the wind coming down off the snow
I was born to the grey, but I grew to the gold
Mine is the morning, and mine is the road
Oh-oh, and mine is the road

Oh-oh, the hills are gold with morning
Oh-oh, I'm gonna go
Oh-oh, the road is mine this morning
Mine is the morning, and mine is the road