“Come have some breakfast.” - Jesus
Let’s reach up to the dawn, and bring it down low,
Reach your hands up high while standing on tiptoe,
Pick sweet ripe berries from this dark old ground,
We’ll cook enough jam for this entire town.
Peel a pat of sunshine now the sun’s raised up,
Take a pat of yellow sun, and melt it in our cup,
Gonna sing to Baby, and here’s how it goes,
A song for Baby--has gotta gentle and low.