I put on my morning harmonyIt always feels so good in a major keyThe sun was singing a steamy moonlight serenadeWhile the moon was creeping offLooking for a little shadeThe tea was begging to be steepedAnd the shower was hissing for some attentionBut the only thing that was on my mindWas lunch in the sunI stepped outside to saddle up BenHe was three and a half and stood sixteen handsWe made our way to a warren I knewWhere old Fiver told stories in the early afternoonThe primroses had all begun to bloomAnd the sweet scent of clover was in the airFor El-ahrairah this was a perfect dayFor lunch in the sunOh, I daydreamed awayGlenn Miller flew right above meConducting the clouds to some long lost tuneFrom Heaven the horns washed through meAnd then I knew it was time to goBut I said to myself as I trotted on homeIt couldn’t have been a better dayFor lunch in the sun