Eight Frames A Second - Ralph McTell

She comes riding early in the morning

Round about four to seven

No one’s ever out at that hour

With eyes that see her

Touch the morning flowers secretly

And the leaves slow their commotion

And the great trees gently sway

Like an ocean on a still day

And raise, in praise, their arms to the sun

Who announces the day has begun

At eight frames a second

Velvety shadows in misty meadows

Are changing colours so softly

With care, the sun puts colour in his drawing

And rises to inspect his masterpiece this morning

So perfect

And as she rides the gold and silver miles

Only the sun is sure

What it is that she smiles for

She leaves with no sign of what she has done

Though her morning rise, known by everyone

I’ll tell you her name, and it’s Dawn