My father woud shower for work every day He'd shave by the old radio We'd listen in bed to that rhythm every day Wonderin' how one man could sink down so low Then my cousin brought money from worlds faraway With colours and strange soundin' names And I'd search like a sailor to find where they lay Promisin' myself I would go there someday My grandfather gave me an old radio It played foreign stations From crystals that glowed And just like a comet ready to appear I knew I'd shine much brighter In that new atmosphere. When morning comes to America A mother awakens somewhere in the west The child's content from her breast The husband soon joins her And walks down the stairs Finding her a ribbon to pull back her hair (2 ganger) When morning comes to America Nynner...