Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Ray Johnson
Lyrics
Now my day begins at eight
As I open up the gate
To inspect the land and fields of my father
And when the day is through
I will sing out in the blue
And wait until I see them in the mornin’.
Now each day is not the same
So there’s no need to complain
For all the things that may go wrong without any warning
For all you have to do
Is to sing out in the blue
And wish a friend good day ’till early mornin’.
Now my picket fence needs paint
And the weather it won’t wait
For my chores to pass me by while I’m a-wondering
And while there is still light
I will lime it nice and white
And get me ready early for the mornin’.
Now some days I like to fish
So I head off in my skiff
And the day is bright, there’s no need to worry
And when the day is through
I will pay off my crew
And wait until I see them in the mornin’.
Now when Sunday comes me boys
All me work and me joys are forever kept within me while I’m a-wondering
And when the day is through
I will pray out in the blue
And hope I will see daylight in the mornin’.
Now my final day has come
And my whole life’s work been done
And my mind keeps on forever a-wondering
For I know my day is through
I’m finished with the blue
So I wait for Him to take me home this-mornin’.
