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Cover of the song “Until The Morning Comes”

Personalized song

Until The Morning Comes

A song for Ambiance Jusqu’au Matin

Occasion
🥳 Fun
Style
Afrobeats
Language
English
Duration
3:06
Plays
3
Listen to “Until The Morning Comes”

Published on August 31, 2026

The lyrics

Written by Woyla from the story told by its creator, then composed and sung.

Speakers warming up slow, One drum, then the whole room knows, Somebody call the night, Tell it we're not going home, Lights low, shoulders loose, Everybody find the groove, Count it in, one, two, Here we go.

The kettle's cold, the playlist's long, Somebody's laughing at the wrong part of the song, Chairs pushed back against the wall, Neighbours pretending they don't hear at all. Ambiance walks in and the room turns bright, Same grin, same shoes, same appetite, Says give me one more, just one more track, Then dances through the whole way back. No plan, no clock, no reason why, Only the drum and the open sky, Ask us how long and we all agree, Till the birds start arguing in the tree.

Ambiance, keep it going till the morning comes, Hands in the air, feet on fire, the night belongs to us. Sing it loud, let the floorboards learn the sound, We'll rest when the sun comes round.

Two in the morning, second wind, Somebody's cousin doing that spin again, The good speaker crackles, nobody cares, We carry the chorus up the stairs. Ambiance says one more hour, that's all, Then makes a whole new evening out of the hall, Pours the water, checks the ice, Then steals the middle of the floor twice. We are not tired, we're just warm, Wearing the night like a favourite form, And every time the beat comes down, The whole room lifts off the ground.

When the sky goes grey and soft, Nobody wants to call it off, Shoes in hand, voices worn, Still humming into the morning, Somebody says let's do this again, And we mean it, we always mean it then, Because a night like this is rare, A room that keeps its shoulders bare, So hold the last note, hold it long, Let the sunrise finish the song.

Ambiance, keep it going till the morning comes, Hands in the air, feet on fire, the night belongs to us. Sing it loud, let the floorboards learn the sound, We'll rest when the sun comes round.

Light on the window now, Drum going quiet and slow, Coffee, laughter, one last round, Nobody in a hurry to go. We danced the dark all the way through, We kept the promise, me and you, And when the day turns gold and clean, We'll still be humming this between us.

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