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We anticipate the sweet spring.
When the lion of march roars.
Set our hearts upon a kite string.
With laughter, as it soars
Like a lullabye aflowing,
From a God whos love is true .
We are raptured in the glowing,
Of the early morning dew.

When the wind blows warm, and laughter,
Bubbles in the souls of men.
Surely grace shall follow after.
And the world grow green again
On a gentle day for dreaming,
Surely troubles will be few.
For our futures lie agleaming.
In the early morning dew.

Let the birds resume their sweet song.
In the fragrant misty morn.
And the weary heart be made strong.
As nature is reborn.
What is done for sleeping flowers,
Shall be surely done for you.
There's rejuvenating powers,
In the early morning dew.

In the rapture of her sweetness,
Is a joy, that all things share.
In the sense of her completness.
Men will know that God is there.
In the morning light reflected.
Through endless shades of blue.
All of hope is ressurected,
In the early morning dew.

The sweet song that the robin sings.
Is sung in celabration.
That alike unto all living things.
Is manifest salvation.
And the life that cometh after,
No winter can undo.
For the Earth shall shout with laughter.
In the early morning dew.

Love will reign over all, dawn will break to find us in celabration.