I walked out one morning
To greet the new born day
To see the new born faces
And hear what they would say
They told me how to listen
And taught me how to see,
Showed me how to live my life
And took good care of me.
Now that they have gone away
The sun is getting low
I will soon be joining them
But just before I go
I want to tell you it was real
And all of it was true
Don’t forsake the memory
Whatever else you do.
A new Day is coming
When the night is done
Go into that morning
And visit everyone.
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