Every morning when I wake
Dear Lord, a little prayer I make
Oh, please, to keep Thy lovely 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 it's always touch and go

We are not wholly bad or good
Who live our lives under Milk Wood
And Thou, I know, will be the first
To see our best side, not our worst

Oh, let us see another day
Bless us all this night, I pray
And to the son we all will bow
And say goodbye, but just for now

Writer(s): D. Thomas, A.h.d Troyte<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com