Verse 1

You pull the curtains, gold spills in

The kettle starts its little spin

Bare feet tapping on the floor

A new day waiting at the door

Pre-Chorus

The first bus hums along the lane

I tie my scarf and miss the train

You laugh and hand me one warm roll

And morning takes us by the hand

Chorus

Rise up, let the whole day sing

Turn the ordinary into spring

Step by step, we’re out the door

With a little more joy than before

Rise up, let the bright hours run

Two cups steaming, one big sun

Take my hand, come what may