(Aaron Copland)

another new day takes up on you

a fanfare wakes the land

the naked lives just a shining down

at the dawn of the common man



outside in the madding crowd

he laughs along the way

traffic city, what a pity

it doesn't have a word to say



troubled people, billions of people

they can't seem to understand

the ringing ears are unable to hear

the sounds of the natural plan



yeah yeah yeah