Beautiful Lonely Sunrise

Sixty years of waking up beside him 

Coffee brewing just before the dawn 

Two old chairs out on the back porch 

Watching darkness slowly turn to gold 

She couldn't count the mornings they had shared 

Or all the colors painted in the sky 

But she remembers how his hand felt 

Wrapped around her fingers by his side

Some mornings they were barely speaking 

Some mornings they were laughing till they cried 

Some mornings brought a world of worries 

Some mornings everything felt right 

They'd watched the sun come up through heartache 

Through raising kids and making ends meet 

And even when they couldn't find the words 

They'd sit together quietly

Now it's a beautiful lonely sunrise 

The same old colors in the sky 

The same two chairs upon the porch 

But only one is occupied 

The world keeps turning like it always did 

The morning comes, the darkness dies 

But nothing looks the same without him 

In this beautiful lonely sunrise

She still gets up before the daylight 

Still makes the coffee just the same 

Sometimes she pours a second cup 

Before she remembers things have changed 

She keeps his favorite old blue sweater 

Across the chair where he would sit 

And when the first light touches heaven 

She closes her eyes and talks to him

She tells him how the kids are doing 

How the grandkids have grown tall 

How she finally fixed that kitchen window 

He'd been meaning to since fall 

She tells him that she misses dancing 

And how she misses being held 

But most of all, she misses mornings 

When she didn't face the dawn herself

Now it's a beautiful lonely sunrise 

The same old colors in the sky 

The same two chairs upon the porch 

But only one is occupied 

The world keeps turning like it always did 

The morning comes, the darkness dies 

But nothing looks the same without him 

In this beautiful lonely sunrise

She wouldn't trade a single morning 

Not the angry ones, not the sad 

Not the times they sat in silence 

Or the hardest days they had 

'Cause every sunrise was a blessing 

Even when they couldn't see 

It wasn't always how the morning looked 

It was who was there to see

And she knows somewhere beyond the clouds 

He's waiting for her still 

Where the morning never has to end 

And time is standing still

So she'll watch her beautiful lonely sunrises 

And let the morning fill her soul 

She'll find a little peace in every color 

And a little strength in growing old 

She'll smile through tears and thank the heavens 

For the love that made her life 

And when her days down here are over 

She'll leave these lonely dawns behind

There'll be a beautiful heavenly sunrise 

And he'll be waiting by her side 

Two souls together once again 

Where love and morning never die

Until that day, she'll take her coffee 

To the porch where love once grew 

And watch another lonely sunrise 

For the both of them, like she used to do

And whisper as the daylight finds her

"Good morning, sweetheart. 

I still watch them with you."