"morning has broken,
like the first morning
blackbird has spoken,
like the first bird
praise for the singing
praise for the morning
praise for the springing
fresh from the world...
sweet the rain's new fall,
sunlit from heaven
like the first dewfall,
on the first 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..."
(by cat stevens)
