Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken,
like the first bird
Praise for the singing,
praise for the morning
Praise for the springing
fresh from the world
Sweet the rain's new fall,
sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall,
on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness
of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness
where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight,
mine is the morning
Born of the one light,
eden saw play
Praise with elation,
praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Cat Stevens
3 comments:
This is great. I love your blog. It makes me relax and rest for a bit.
Bigada.
thanks, lobo!
Belo momento e ouvi Cat Stevens enquanto li. Que b onito momento. Beijo
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