When a new day takes up anew
A fanfare wakes the land
The naked light is a shining down
It's the dawn of the common man

Outside in the manic crowd
He laughs along the way
Traffic city what a pity
It doesn't have a word to say

Troubled people busy people
They can't seem to understand
Their ringing ears aren't able to hear
The sounds of the natural plan

Morning sunshine, on carpets of green
Cascades of water are flowing endlessly
Here in the morning light
We spend our holiday
Here in the morning
At Mother Nature's matinee

Here in the morning
At Mother Nature's matinee