Mark Brine

Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine

1. In the early hour stillI look up at the clouds‘n hear the wind rejoice ‘n movein the silence, oh, so loudThen.. I come to feel its flurrythru the overcast dispersin’ somePreparin’ the way ... for the comin’ of the sun

Choruis:Preparin’ the way ... for the glory of that dayWhen these dark clouds, rain ‘n thunderWill fin’lly pass away‘Til then the wind will breathe ‘n singthe promise of the special onePreparin’ the way for the comin’ of the sun

2. Whistlin’ out its warnin’Like a bugle across the skyHailin’ all to heed the lightthat makes all darkness dieCalling unto every soulthe grown ‘n youngest onefor the great day that is dawnin’ with the comin’ of the sun
©1990 /Mark Brine Music (BMI)