lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon
Morning has broken, like the first morningBlackbird has spoken, like the first birdPraise for the singing, praise for the morningPraise for the springing fresh from the word Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heavenLike the first dewfall, on the first grassPraise for the sweetness of the wet gardenSprung in completeness where his feet pass Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morningBorn of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morningGod's recreation of the new day
Very pretty lyrics and music. I always did like this song.