Morning Symphony

Verse 1

When early morning greets the earth

And night begins to fade,

The first soft music rising forth

Is birdsong gently played.

With different pitch and varied tone,

Each voice both wild and free,

They weave their symphonies alone

Like choirs in a tree.

Chorus

I listen to the symphony

Of birdsong in the morning breeze,

Where gentle winds move gracefully

Among the swaying trees.

Drop

"Oh, each voice so wild and free"

Verse 2

The sun emerges rich and gold

Above the waking land,

And now the birds are bright to hold

In nature's painted hand.

And for a while I drift away

From every care and wrong,

Sound of magic is now at a play,

Inside the summer’s song.

Chorus - lush

I listen to the symphony

Of birdsong in the morning breeze,

Where gentle winds move gracefully

Among the swaying trees.

Drop

“Oh, each voice so wild and free”

Verse 3

Their feathers gleam in vivid flame,

In sapphire, bronze, and red,

As if the dawn itself became

A crown upon each head.

And even those who do not sing

Hummingbirds flutter by

So much joy they always bring

Adorning the saffron sky.

Chorus - lush

I listen to the symphony

Of birdsong in the morning breeze,

Where gentle winds move gracefully

Among the swaying trees.

I listen to the symphony

Of birdsong in the morning breeze,

Where gentle winds move gracefully

Among the swaying trees.

Drop

“Oh, each voice so wild and free”

“Oh, each voice so wild and free”

“Oh, each voice so wild and free”