Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken like the first morning Black bird 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 newfall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung incompleteness, 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 recreation of the new days