You got to get up, you got to get up,you got to get up in the morning. The morning, the morning, it was my mother’s warning.
You got to get up, my mother said, to study hard, to get ahead. Oh, let me sleep a minute more, I said to her, the day will wait for my dreams. You got to get up, she said to me, you got to get up, she said to me, a broken record, a refrain that repeats, brush your teeth, comb your hair, the bus won’t wait, the teacher will scold you if your late.
Later on, I joined the infantry and sang the song all soldiers sing while lying in the cot at dawn. Me a lowly private, and all I want is my privacy, a bit of sleep, the war can wait, while I dream and sleep in peace.
‘Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up this morning!
Now, I am older, wiser, no mom, no sergeant telling me what to do, and a wife who likes to sleep and stay in bed.
Me, I have changed my tune, I get up to let the dog out, and make a cup of coffee, just to watch the sun rise over the tree tops. It is quite a show and just for me, the dreams are gone, the day can’t wait, there is much to do.
And the song I sing, is by Carol King. You will agree, it is beautiful, and quite inspiring. Perhaps, you will even sing along with me.
You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel
I rise, I shine, I am at my best, with a little rest, and a cup of coffee in the early, early morn, making up a poem for you.