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Don Williams – I’ll Be Here In The Morning

Don Williams, Country's 'Gentle Giant,' Dead at 78 – Rolling Stone

About the Song

Don Williams, the “Gentle Giant” of country music, delivers a heartfelt and comforting ballad in “I’ll Be Here In The Morning.” This timeless song offers a reassuring promise of enduring love and support.

The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a couple facing challenges and uncertainties. Despite the difficulties, the narrator assures their partner that they will always be there, providing a steadfast presence and unwavering love. The song’s gentle melody and Williams’ soothing vocals create a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The chorus is particularly poignant: “I’ll be here in the morning, sun or shine. You’ll never be lonely, you’ll always be mine.” These words convey a deep sense of commitment and devotion.

“I’ll Be Here In The Morning” is a classic country ballad that has stood the test of time. Its message of unconditional love and support continues to resonate with listeners of all ages. Williams’ masterful performance and the song’s timeless melody make it a beloved staple of the country music genre.

Don Williams Dead: Country Music Star Was 78 – The Hollywood Reporter

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Lyrics: I’ll Be Here In The Morning

There’s no stronger wind than the one that blows
down a lonesome railroad line
No prettier sight than looking back
on a town you left behind
There is nothin’ that’s as real
as a love that’s in my mindClose your eyes
I’ll be here in the morning
close your eyes
I’ll be here for a whileThere’s lots of things along the road
I’d surely like to see
I’d like to lean into the wind
and tell myself I’m free
but your softest whisper’s louder
than the highways call to meClose your eyes
I’ll be here in the morning
close your eyes
I’ll be here for a whileAll the mountains and the rivers
and the valleys can’t compare
to your blue lit dancin’ eyes
and yellow shining hair
I could never hit the open road
and leave you layin’ there

Close your eyes
I’ll be here in the morning
close your eyes
I’ll be here for a while

Lay your head back easy, love,
close your cryin’ eyes
I’ll be layin’ here beside you
when the sun comes on the rise
I’ll stay as long as the cuckoo wails
and the lonesome bluejay cries.

Close your eyes
I’ll be here in the morning
close your eyes
I’ll be here for a while [x2]

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