When the bright twinkling stars have faded away
In the East the sun rises to herald the day
Then the flowers open their petals to peep
At the wonder of dawn as they’re roused from their sleep
The rooster cries boldly: It’s time to awake
And the white swans swim gracefully in the cool lake
As they search for breakfast of silvery fish
And the dog strains playfully against its leash
The little worms wiggle back into the ground
As the birds try to catch them and there’s the sweet sound
Of a nightingale singing a tune to its mate
And the mewing of kittens too greedy to wait
For their mother to feed them, but she hears their call
And climbs in the basket beside the white wall
A baby stirs softly and opens his eyes
And through a window he sees the blue skies
A red breasted Robin flies into the room
And perched on the cot, sings a gay little tune
The baby laughs sweetly, oh life is so grand
A new day controlled by the Master’s hand
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