As day was coming, dousing dark with grays
And sun rose, nagging night to move along
I heard the robins wake the dawn with praise
The new beginning swept the yesterdays
Into the black abyss where nights belong
As day was coming, dousing dark with grays
The falcons wove in intricate ballets
Beating time to mourning doves’ new song
I heard the robins wake the dawn with praise
The minstrel paused, musing on his lays
Taking pleasure in the growing dawn
As day was coming, dousing dark with grays
High in the weeping birch the homestead sways
As beak to beak the mothers feed their young
I heard the robins wake the day with praise
And thus the mornings pass into the days
Extinguishing the night lights one by one
As day was coming, dousing dark with grays
I heard the robins wake the dawn with praise.