For Lisa Davis who inspired me…

leaving houghton

fog settled over the water
the bridge nearly invisible
in the early morn, the early morn;
in the early morn.

suddenly the dense cover rose
the glorious beauty shining
in the early morn, the early morn;
in the early morn.

shades of blue, too many to count
all singing the glory of God
in the early morn, the early morn;
in the early morn.

copper mine darkness slowly shifts
warming the toughest miner heart
in the early morn, the early morn;
in the early morn.

crossing the bridge for the last time
i sigh with relief and sadness
in the early morn, the early morn;
in the early morn.

a chapter is closed forever
but a new one has just begun.
the sun rises slowly, slowly;
the sun rises slowly.