Hallelujah Morning

by Andrew Calhoun, 2011, recorded on Living Room

It’s a hallelujah morning way down here, 
A hallelujah morning way down here; 
It’s a hallelujah morning, a hallelujah morning, 
It’s a hallelujah morning, way down here. 

When you're making your own bed, way down here, 
When you're praying for your dead, way down here; 
When you're tending to the garden, playing with the children, 
In the hallelujah morning, way down here. 
Come the lightning and the thunder, way down here, 
Hide in fear or walk in wonder, way down here; 
But seek no further sign that every child is mine 
In the hallelujah morning, way down here. 

I am life and death and neither, way down here, 
But a bridge from breath to breather, way down here; 
Where the soul of all that sings, says I love all living things, 
In the hallelujah morning, way down here. 
So seek no greater glory, way down here, 
And make no god before me, way down here; 
For the story of my love is written in your blood 
In the hallelujah morning way down here. 

Wake up sleepy children, way down here, 
See the earth is spun in heaven, way down here; 
When the dewy night is through, will you watch a dream come true? 
In the hallelujah morning, way down here. 
Bring your father, bring your mother, way down here, 
Bring your sister, bring your brother, way down here; 
Bring your son and bring your daughter, come step into the water,
In the hallelujah morning, way down here.