Where has the morning gone?

 Oh where has the morning gone

I have slept my whole life long

And into the cartoon world

Of Miss Saigon, the planets re-align

Yet I sleep on

Oh tell me where has the morning gone?

Moons in shape like chariots

Spin out from my eye's gaze

The fruits which bough the tree

As a fountain, hang low

In the Sun's high rays

Where now do the shoots of new growth spread?

Oh nowhere except to tie me

Down into my bed

Oh sleep you great invader

You harbinger of death

Crawl back under your rock

Let me raise my head

The day is bright and I might

Make of it what I may

Where has the morning gone

Now the night has gone away?