Cat Stevens

Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung…

Oh very young What will you leave us this time? You’re only dancing on this earth for a short while And though your dreams may toss and turn you now They will vanish away like your daddy’s best jeans Denim blue fading up to the sky And though you want him to last forever You…