De Manhã
Palavrantiga
In the Morning
In the morning I sing, a new song
For you, friend, my way
Well I'm sure you'll hear me
Because You swore that you would be
Close, close to me
And I'll be singing
And God hugging me, go
And I'll be singing
And God hugging me, go
Far from what I was
Without strength or faith or poetry
I lean against the chest of the One who answers my cry
To Him every corner
In the morning I sing, a new song
For you, friend, my way
I'm sure you'll hear me
Because you swore that you would be
Close, close to me
And I'll be singing
And God hugging me, go
And I'll be singing
And God hugging me, go
Far from what I was
Without strength or faith or poetry
I lean against the chest of the One who answers my cry
To Him every corner
I sing close to you
