Beautiful morning so sweet, br Summer is blooming all out; br I saw in my garden, weed, br - Growing there about. br br The greenest of tree is you, br All love is so tender now; br The tone inside me is blue, br O unlucky crow. br br Why must this be always so, br When skies are so clear and great; br Why must my heart now lay low, br Is it all too late? br br Beautiful morning so sweet, br It's raining inside my heart; br I'm walking a lonely street, br Why must we depart?br br Peter S.