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 dew 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 Spring in completeness, where his feet pass Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning Born of the one light, even so plain Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day Praise with elation, praise every morning