Female Cardinal

Morning has broken, like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for them springing fresh from the world

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Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from heaven

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

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Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

Born of the one light, eden saw play

Praise with elation, praise every morning

Gods recreation of the new day

When I first met my husband in July of 1975 I remember him asking me if I had ever heard of Cat Stevens. This particular song was one of my favorites but I had never heard a contemporary version before. On our next date Gregg turned up with Cat's album tucked under an arm. No boy had ever bought me a gift before, and little did he know at the time how much I appreciated the gift, but more importantly the thought behind it. All these years later this is still my favorite song.