Morning Has Broken

This was the Cat Stevens song that my father sang to me every morning. I have tweaked in to make the lyrics a bit more Heathen, but it didn't take much.

Morning Has Broken,

Like the first morning,

Blackbird has spoken,

Like the first bird,

Praise for his singing,

Praise for the morning,

Praise for life springing,

Freshly from Jord.

Sweet the rain's new fall,

Sunlit from the heavens,

Like the first dewfall,

On the first grass.

Praise for the sweetness,

Of the wet garden,

Sprung with completeness,

Where the Dawn passed.

Ours is the sunlight,

Ours is the morning,

That shines with the same light

Our ancestors saw.

Praise with elation,

Praise every morning,

Chances to walk here,

Where our ancestors trod.