Morning has broken, like the first mor-or-orning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for them springing fresh from the world



Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from hea-ea-eaven

Like the first dew fall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness where His feet pass



Mine is the one light, mine is the mor-or-orning

Born of the one light, Eden saw play

Praise with elation, praise every morning

God's re-creation of the new day



Morning has broken, like the first mor-or-orning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for them springing fresh from the world...