You Softly rise a cold new day As the sun shines down on streets of clay Softly rise a cold new day As the sun shines down on streets of clay To bring a glimpse of hope to streets of concrete trees The gods for life and their coats of bleeds To bring a glimpse of hope to streets of concrete trees The gods for life and their coats of bleeds The gods for life and their coats of bleeds Then to fill her lungs with hours To the weak she brings her healing powers And draws her morning dew to death As the sleepy birds fly low and fast Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do A young boy wakes and thinks of school A drum falls down and fills a fool As the sun of day begins to warm As the clouds come back to kill the dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn Dawn