The morning, dawning wakes up one-eyed yawning
The birds are yelling at me “Get up! It is the end of night!”
The sun beams to me a warning; “Tis near the end of dawn and I’ll soon be giving all the land my living bright-white light”
So, daytime, my time, I look around to see this brand new day
So bright, so right, I thank God He gave to me another fine, fine day.