The World is Waiting For The Sunrise.
Words by Eugene Lockhart
Music by Ernest Seitz
1919
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Every rose is covered with dew
And while the world
Is waiting for the sunrise
And my heart is calling you.
Dear one,
The world is waiting for the sunrise.
Every little rose bud
Is covered with dew
And my heart is calling you
The thrush on high
His sleepy mate is calling
And my heart is calling you.