Deaf Pagan Crossroads

“Turning Towards the Morning”

by Gordon Bok

(copyright 1975 by Gordon Bok)

When the deer has bedded down

And the bear has gone to ground

And the northern goose has wandered off

to warmer bay and sound,

It’s so easy in the cold to feel

the darkness of the year

And the heart is growing lonely for the morning

Oh my Joanie don’t you know

That the stars are swinging low

And the seas are rolling easy

Just as they did so long ago

If I had a thing to give you

I would tell you one more time

That the world is always turning

Towards the morning

Now November’s growing thin

And December’s coming home

You’ll be thinking of the season

And the sad things that you’ve seen

And you hear that old wind walking

Hear her singing high and thin

You could swear she’s out there singing

of your sorrow

Oh my Joanie, don’t you know

That the stars are swinging low

And the seas are rolling easy

Just as they did so long ago

If I had a thing to give you

I would tell you one more time

That the heart is always turning

Towards the morning

When the darkness falls around you

And the North Wind comes to blow

And you hear her call your name out

As she walks the brittle snow

That old wind don’t mean you trouble

She don’t care or even know

She’s just walking through the darkness

Towards the morning

Oh my Joanie, don’t you know

That the stars are swinging low

And the seas are rolling easy

Just as they did so long ago

If I had a thing to give you

I would tell you one more time

That the world is always turning

Towards the morning

It’s a pity we don’t know

What the little flowers know

They can’t face the cold December

They can’t take the wind and snow

They put all their glories behind them

Bow their heads and let it go

But you know they’ll be there shining

In the morning

Now, my Joanie don’t you know

That the days are rolling slow

And the winter’s walking easy

Just as she did so long ago

And if that wind would come and ask you

Why my Joanie’s weeping so

Won’t you tell her that you’re weeping

For the morning

For the heart is always turning

towards the morning……

Wishing all of my Deaf Pagan Crossroads readers

A Most Joyous Holiday Season

~ Ocean

This beautiful song was written and copyrighted in 1975 by Gordon Bok, who has given his kind permission to repost it here. Gordon is a folk musician who lives in Maine. For more information or to book a concert (which could include this beautiful song!) check out his website at www.gordonbok.com

The beautiful photographs included in this post were taken by “Madison Guy”, an editor/writer/photographer who resides in Madison, Wisconsin. You can find his pictures over at flickr by clicking here or check out his blog Letter From Here to learn more about him and his photography.