Mornin' has broken like the first mornin' Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the mornin' Praise for them springin' fresh from the world Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dew fall 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, eaten so plain Praise with elation, praise every mornin' God's recreation of a new day Mornin' has broken like the first mornin' Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the mornin' Praise for them springin' fresh from the world
