Sweet dreamy morning, easy, rising sun,
I know my soul is forming—too soon, I have to run.
Lift yourself into the sky. Bring noon and evening too.
All who'ere born must someday die,
but like the Son, we may yet rise anew.
Rise
Sweet dreamy morning, easy, rising sun,
I know my soul is forming—too soon, I have to run.
Lift yourself into the sky. Bring noon and evening too.
All who'ere born must someday die,
but like the Son, we may yet rise anew.
Tale Told 