I'm grateful for the silent time
To think and make a plan
When the morning world is mine
I do because I can.

I love the quietude of dawn
Before the sun's completely up
I rub my eyes and give a yawn
And fill once more my coffee cup.

The morning songs of birds awakening
In the misty dawn
Sets my very soul aquaking
Like windblown grass of lawn.

The springtime morns especially treat me
With the springtime birds of song
The robins come to early greet me
The blue jays also come along.

Thank God for mornings, whatever season
They're a beauty to behold
I'll not be broke for any reason
Because the mornings are my gold