Music: Old Gaellish
Words: Eleanor Farjeon
1.
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 them, springing
fresh from the world.
2.
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.
3.
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!
Singtime!
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