Verse 1 He’s up before the porch light’s on, Kettle hums, the AM’s low. Pulls that faded jacket on, Slips into the morning cold. No curtains move across the lawn, Just boots that know the road. Pre-Chorus There ain’t no crowd at break of day, No eyes to cheer him on, But work don’t need a stage to stay— He knows what must be done. Chorus And then comes dawn— First pale light pulling night along. The work begins before the rooster’s song; While the town still sleeps, he carries on. The dark gives way, the clocks roll on, He holds the line till shadows are gone, Still on his feet, And then comes dawn. Verse 2 By sunrise, he’s halfway through The kind of jobs you don’t explain. He mends what the dark came to undo, Lays level lines to hold the day. Frost on glass, a wrench’s ring— He’s gone before the coffee sings. Pre-Chorus No medals for the morning shift, No comfort in that cold, But duty talks in plain old words A steadfast heart can hold. Chorus And then comes dawn— Soft and slow but never wrong. The quiet truth he’s built upon Outlives the hours he’s leaning on. No spotlight finds the place he’s gone, But everything he touched holds on— The night rolls back, And then comes dawn. Bridge Some men make a lot of noise, Some carve their names in stone; He’s of the quiet, working kind— You know it by what’s done. Final Chorus And then comes dawn— The hour that remembers those long gone, The ones who built before the world looked on, Who stacked the days we all lean on. In shadows, silence, weather-worn, The town wakes up, And then comes dawn.
