Morning has broken like the first morningBlackbird has spoken like the first birdPraise for the singing, praise for the morningPraise for them springing fresh from the worldSweet the rain's dewfall, sunlit from heavenLike the first dewfall on the first grassPraise for the sweetness of the wet gardenSprung from heaven, sprung from heavenIncompleteness, where this fate liesMine is the sunlight, mine is the morningBorn of the sun, born of the morningThe one light, Eden's old playPraise with elation, praise every morningGod's recreation of the new dayMorning has broken like the first morningBlackbird has spoken like the first birdPraise for the singing, praise for the morningPraise for them springing fresh from the worldPraise for them springing fresh from the world