Morning has broken;
Sister Sun spreads her silent glow,
Mist rising quietly on the river as
Brother Moon slips off the horizon —
But not before playing hide ‘n seek
Behind the clouds, between the trees.
Those birds! noisily greet the dawn;
Turkeys warble from somewhere deep,
Geese honk here, honk there,
Songbirds swoop and swirl, singing
Good morning, North Country!