Dawning
Dawning
The sun was gently inching up over gentle Sussex Downs
I strolled the lane and listened to the Morning Chorus sounds
The air was fresh, the morning clear, on ancient British hills
Where Saxon forebears prayed in churches standing still
I turned the bend and halted as I saw the Dawning peep
Across the quiet sleepy hills and wake the drowsy sheep
Then over lonely Crosses crept the warm rays of the sun
And over stones soaked deep in praise from days long gone
I felt a special feeling settling soft on me
As I heard the birds and felt the kindly breeze
And the Spirit of that Churchyard, at the rising of the sun
Will stay with me forever, ’til I’m gone
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