[Verse 1] Six o’clock, she’s on her feet— Lucy hums along the street. Coffee warm and smile in tow, waving at the folks she knows. Snokwal’s waking, slow but sure, and Lucy brings the daily cure. [Chorus] Oh, Lucy makes the morning bright, with half a laugh and borrowed light. She sweeps the dust, she folds the day, and all our troubles fade away. Yes, Lucy makes the morning bright— our little star of faded nights. [Verse 2] Room by room, she smooths the bed, sets the pillows, lifts the dread. Every wrinkle disappears under hands that calm the fears. If walls could talk, they’d softly say: “She keeps the darkness far away.” [Chorus] Oh, Lucy makes the morning bright, with half a laugh and borrowed light. She keeps the Tower standing tall, she hears our whispers through the wall. Yes, Lucy makes the morning bright— our quiet star just out of sight. [Bridge – playful, charming] Some say the doors don’t slam as hard whenever she walks down the yard. Some swear the lights don’t flicker so whenever Lucy says “hello.” And Sheriff Rowe, at night, admits: “She makes the whole damn town make sense.” [Verse 3] At midnight sharp, she takes the calls— lost umbrellas, drunken brawls. She soothes the panic, warms the tone, no one feels too scared alone. Then dawn arrives—she’s back again, with cleaner sheets and sweeter men. [Final Chorus – joyful, warm] Oh, Lucy makes the morning bright, she lifts the world with gentle might. She keeps the hotel clean and true, and maybe keeps the town there too. Yes, Lucy makes the morning bright— our humble star, our guiding light. [Outro – soft smile] So if you wander, bruised and worn… just follow where she walks at dawn.
