I like the sunrise / ‘cause it brings a new day
I like a new day / it brings new hope they say

I like the sunrise / blazing in the new sky
Nighttime is weary / oh, and so am I

Every evening I wish upon a star that my brand new bright tomorrow isn’t very far
When the heavy blue curtain of night is raised up high / clear out of sight

Then I like the sunrise / so heavenly to see
I like the sunrise / I hope it likes poor me

Don’t worry about saving this music / or be scared if the singing ends
or the piano breaks a string / for we have fallen to a place where everything is
music and singing / everything is recovered and new / ever new and musical
and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up / there would still be hidden there
the spirit of song there to linger on / and even if a candle’s blown out by wind the fire smolders on in an ember and then sparks again / the singing is a drop / just a drop in oceans of seas / grace keeps it moving through bodies like these

and the sound of a life sends an echoing out / the poem sings willingly in each newborn’s crying shout / but it’s growing slowly / and keeps many secrets / stop the words and listen / feel the echo of it starting / open a space in the center of your beating heart
and let spirits fly in and out