(Traditional)



Bright morning stars are rising,

Bright morning stars are rising,

Bright morning stars are rising,

Day is a-breaking in my soul.



Oh, where are our dear mothers,

Day is a-breaking in my soul.



They are down in the valley praying,

Day is a-breaking in my soul.



Oh where are our dear fathers,

Day is a-breaking in my soul.



They have gone to heaven shouting,

Day is a-breaking in my soul.



Bright morning stars are rising,

Day is a-breaking in my soul.