Lyric

Sheets are white against the blue

Morning smells like something new

The line is full, the breeze is kind

I hang the worries out behind

They flap and dry and lose their weight

The small chores make the morning great

Cast the heavy things away

He carries what I can't today

Laundry drying, soft and slow

Watch the clean white curtains blow

Nothing pressing, nothing tight

Just the morning doing right

The clothespins click, a simple song

The kind of morning nothing's wrong

I move through light from room to room

And sweep the last of yesterday's gloom

Laundry drying, soft and slow

Watch the clean white curtains blow

Nothing pressing, nothing tight

Just the morning doing right

Whiter than I was before

Grace keeps washing, more and more

Laundry drying, soft and slow

Watch the clean white curtains blow

Nothing pressing, nothing tight

Just the morning doing right

Sheets are white against the blue

Morning smells like something new