Morning has broken
like the firs morning
blackbird has spoken
like the firs bird
praise for the singing
praise for the morning
praise for them springing
fredh from the word
sweet the rains new fall
sunlit from heaven
like the firs dewfall
on the firs grass
praise for the sweetness
of the wet garden
sprung in completeness
where his feet pass
mine is the sunlight
mine is the morning
born of the one light
Eden saw play
praise with elation
praise every morning
God's recreation
of the new day
Morning has broken...
(Cat Stevens)
