When morning's approaching with greatest of care.
How tender the touches of the breeze on its way
It wakens the dawn and it gives voice to the day.
Simple the messages that spread through the sky
They're found in the wind that keeps passing us by
Unspeakable the noises that are echoing within
The dawn gives them freedom: our speeches begin..
How wonderful the sunrise, how beautiful this day
Each morning's our transport to the mystical way
We have only to listen and to see what's around
Enlightenment is found in the sight and the sound.