The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise
Dear one, the world is waiting for the sunrise.
Ev'ry rose is covered with dew
And while the world is waiting for the sunrise
And my heart is calling you.
Dear one, the world is waiting for the sunrise.
Ev'ry rose is covered with dew
The thrush on high his sleepy mate is calling
And my heart is calling you.
The thrush on high his sleepy mate is calling
And my heart is calling you.
Writer/s: Ernest Seitz
