In the hour of darkness
I'll not cry for lost light
The morning will come in glory
Replacing the enchanting night
May your own tears be dried
By the rays that keep your warm
And all your doubts and worries
Be lost in a distant storm
May your ringing laughter2
Be as everlasting bells
May your winning smile
Ignite as many as you tell
May your breath come easy
May your days be filled with sun
And in times of growing anguish
May your morning come