Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
Flour dusts the baker's pants, like snow on forgotten trails
A bike leans on a lamppost for weeks, its basket full of wet leaves
A cat struts the wall like it rules this messy little world
Mmh Mmh Mmh
The mailbox on the corner hangs crooked, tired of bills and bad news
A crane stretches over our neighborhood, a steel tree with no birds
In the café, a man types on his laptop, but his eyes are fixed on her
A woman hangs red sheets to dry, and for a moment, the courtyard's a masterpiece
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
Life is wonderful!
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh
On a park bench, a man sleeps while the world rushes by
An old man feeds the pigeons, his jacket a book of untold tales
A child chases the wind like it's their invisible friend
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
A man waters flowers on his balcony, like he's greeting old friends
A toy car lies abandoned in the grass, its last driver a mystery
A flower grows between the cobblestones, stubborn and lovely
Crows share a burger while a falcon watches from above
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
Life is wonderful!
The power box is splashed with graffiti, voices without faces in chaotic colors
The bus driver waves at a colleague, his grin sparkling through the glass
A rat scurries through the bushes, bold as a tiny thief
Mmh Mmh
At the construction site, laughter rings out, curses turn into songs
A man whistles by the river, but the ducks don't seem to care
Contrails draw pictures in the sky that vanish too soon
A woman waits at the bus stop, her bag on her lap like a shield
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
So wonderful...
So wonderful...
Annie Cole - Morning Stroll Lyrics
Annie Cole - Morning Stroll Lyrics
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Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
Flour dusts the baker's pants, like snow on forgotten trails
A bike leans on a lamppost for weeks, its basket full of wet leaves
A cat struts the wall like it rules this messy little world
Mmh Mmh Mmh
The mailbox on the corner hangs crooked, tired of bills and bad news
A crane stretches over our neighborhood, a steel tree with no birds
In the café, a man types on his laptop, but his eyes are fixed on her
A woman hangs red sheets to dry, and for a moment, the courtyard's a masterpiece
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
Life is wonderful!
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh
On a park bench, a man sleeps while the world rushes by
An old man feeds the pigeons, his jacket a book of untold tales
A child chases the wind like it's their invisible friend
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
A man waters flowers on his balcony, like he's greeting old friends
A toy car lies abandoned in the grass, its last driver a mystery
A flower grows between the cobblestones, stubborn and lovely
Crows share a burger while a falcon watches from above
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
Life is wonderful!
The power box is splashed with graffiti, voices without faces in chaotic colors
The bus driver waves at a colleague, his grin sparkling through the glass
A rat scurries through the bushes, bold as a tiny thief
Mmh Mmh
At the construction site, laughter rings out, curses turn into songs
A man whistles by the river, but the ducks don't seem to care
Contrails draw pictures in the sky that vanish too soon
A woman waits at the bus stop, her bag on her lap like a shield
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
So wonderful...
So wonderful...
Flour dusts the baker's pants, like snow on forgotten trails
A bike leans on a lamppost for weeks, its basket full of wet leaves
A cat struts the wall like it rules this messy little world
Mmh Mmh Mmh
The mailbox on the corner hangs crooked, tired of bills and bad news
A crane stretches over our neighborhood, a steel tree with no birds
In the café, a man types on his laptop, but his eyes are fixed on her
A woman hangs red sheets to dry, and for a moment, the courtyard's a masterpiece
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
Life is wonderful!
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh
On a park bench, a man sleeps while the world rushes by
An old man feeds the pigeons, his jacket a book of untold tales
A child chases the wind like it's their invisible friend
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
A man waters flowers on his balcony, like he's greeting old friends
A toy car lies abandoned in the grass, its last driver a mystery
A flower grows between the cobblestones, stubborn and lovely
Crows share a burger while a falcon watches from above
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
Life is wonderful!
The power box is splashed with graffiti, voices without faces in chaotic colors
The bus driver waves at a colleague, his grin sparkling through the glass
A rat scurries through the bushes, bold as a tiny thief
Mmh Mmh
At the construction site, laughter rings out, curses turn into songs
A man whistles by the river, but the ducks don't seem to care
Contrails draw pictures in the sky that vanish too soon
A woman waits at the bus stop, her bag on her lap like a shield
I love this, the morning stroll
Vivid sights, new stories unfold
They lift me up, they feel so right
And I'll never forget our last night
Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh Mmh - Mmh Mmh
Life is wonderful!
So wonderful...
So wonderful...
Writer: Jörn Kämper
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid