Bright Morning StarBright morning star arising Day is a breakin' in my soul. Oh where are our dear mothers? They are sowing seeds of gladness. Oh where are our dear fathers? They have gone on before us. Oh how can I be lonely? My friends are all around me. Their loving arms surround me. Day is a breakin' in my soul. |
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