Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the word
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, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recrea-tion of the new day
Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the word