Dawn is that most hopeful hour
When the sun wakes every flower
Drawing back the quilts of night
While softly kissing the blooms with light
Then whispering, as if to say,
"Take my gift -- a brand new day.."
When the sun wakes every flower
Drawing back the quilts of night
While softly kissing the blooms with light
Then whispering, as if to say,
"Take my gift -- a brand new day.."
