Reveille (A Kiss For Luck)
With her head on my shoulder
And sand in her eyes
And my hand at her sweet breast
There’s no reason to rise

But the ever-morn’s breaking
And the night’s growing weak
Though it puts up a good fight
The dark hours to keep

Moving over her gently
Tiptoeing across the floor
Morning-motioning ruefully
A kiss for luck at the door

And the cold air takes my breath away
Stepping out into near-day
And my footsteps ring out emptily
As I blow tiny clouds up and away

But still I’m moving over her gently
Tiptoeing across the floor
Morning-motioning ruefully
A kiss for luck at the door