The songs he has written:

Come The Morning

During his early years, Dick Feller read everything he could written by John Steinbeck. In fact, he tried to copy Steinbeck’s writing style, wanting to be something different from the already established songwriters. Still, Feller didn’t write songs based on any of Steinbeck’s stories. "Come The Morning" could be an exception. The scene from this song was from Steinbeck’s book, "In Dubious Battle".

 
Recorded by:      
Hank Snow Cure For The  Blues 1970 RCA
The New Kingston Trio The World Needs A Melody 1973 Longines

Lyric:
I sit upon the bed in my rented room and watch
the broken shadows from the street lights playing tag upon the wall.
Down the street a neon light is reaching out to mock the night
and all the little fears that darkness brings.

The smoke of my last cigarette still hangs upon the air and yet
I reach to light another from the pack that's nearly gone.
And the dawn seems a million miles away but all the while.

Down in the trainyard the graveyard shift had just come on
and turned their ragged collars against the drizzling rain.
Back and forth the yard engine goes about the pulling out
the railroad cars that soon will be making up the train.
That's gonna be come the morning.

I wonder if I ever cross the mind of someone that I might have learned to love
Had I ever chose to try.
Or did she fail to think about me in the lonely nights without me
Was she the last to care if I should live or die.

I've been a nameless ghost that rides the empty wave of memory.
In the dark deserted closets of the mind of someone else.
And now I'm a ghost unto myself but still I know.

And now I cross the room and stand before the open window
and reach out to touch the rain that's slowly falling on my hand.
The pavement hot and cold below looks back at me and seems to know.
It ends without a tear without a smile.

And in those last brief seconds could it be I was mistaken.
Or did I hear a voice somewhere that softly called my name.
Or was it just a whistle of a train for all the while.

Down in the trainyard the graveyard shift had just gone home
to hang their clothes to dry them bar their doors against the rain.
The yard engine breathe a sigh Then pulls a last grey coal car by.
Then moves aside to look with pride Upon the new born train
that I won't take come the morning

I wonder if I ever cross the mind of someone that I might have learned to love
Had I ever chose to try
Or did she fail to think about me in the lonely nights without me
Was she the last to care if I should live or die
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Words and Music: Dick Feller  © Ensign Music Corp. (Glaser)