Morning Song
In the hour of dawn, When the earth wakes anew, And the mist drapes the mountains, In soft silvery hue.
I sing to the rivers, I sing to the trees, To the birds and the blossoms, And the whispering breeze.
- Louise McNeill
Morning Song
In the hour of dawn, When the earth wakes anew, And the mist drapes the mountains, In soft silvery hue.
I sing to the rivers, I sing to the trees, To the birds and the blossoms, And the whispering breeze.