Winds are pickin' up   The cold has come around the bend  Into the cracks of old   Wooden cottages within;   The callouses of your heart   Are growing harder.   Reaching out my hand   Into the darkness of your sorrow.   Bring me home, back to you Wash off the old, put on the new.   ✶ morning dew, my morning dew, morning dew, I'm mourning you.
        Rushed into the feel   Another love, another lost   To time not left to heal   Caught in the undertows of passion;   Temptations running strong   Into the veins of all that matters.   Drowning myself thin   prayin' you'll save me again.   Bring me home back to you, wash off the old Put on the new.   ✶ morning dew, my new morning dew, morning dew, I'm morning you. My morning dew.