Every morning when I wake Dear Lord -- a little prayer I make Oh please do keep thy loving eye On all poor creatures born to die And every evening at sundown I ask a blessing on the town For whether we last the night or no I'm sure as always -- touch and go We are not holy, bad or good Who live our lives under milkwood And now I know, will't be the first To see our best side, not our worst Who let us see another day Bless us this night, I pray And to the sun we all will bow And say goodbye, but just for now