'Swiftly comes the sun,
Arising in the east
To bring us warmth and light,
And fill us all with peace.
Join me in the song
That all creation sings:
Those of land and water,
And those of air, with wings.
Come tiny, tiny bird
Sitting in your shell.
Soon you'll fly so high
You'll pass us by, as well.
Join me in the song
That all creation sings:
Those that crawl and those that fly,
Let the heavens ring.
Follow me, white lamb,
Leaping gaily in the field;
You hold the joy and happiness
That few will ever wield.
Join me in the song
That all creation sings:
All that is and ever was
Knows what joy it brings.'
