I awake cuddled in your arms so tight
On this blessed morn,
And stare beyond the 'pane
To peer upon the sun be born.

Such peace and love lay in your touch
Such beauty behind those resting eyes,
Each day I see these things
As gentle stars give way to enlightened skies.

And as you dream of days gone by
And those that are yet to be,
The present is softly awakened
By tune of each young sparrow's melody.

And though the sun continues its rise
And the day grows worn,
I will always take delight in
How blessed be the morn'.