Dawn has come

Dawn has come,

O'er the fields of hay.

As heady as golden rum,

Is the clear light of day.

It sings of the breeze

And sweet meadow flowers

Of the cold briny sea

And all of Nature's power

Ah the sunlight

Seeping o'er the grass

You speak of untold might

Of times to come and those long past

But now the daylight fades,

Though I wish it would last forever.

Painting gold the heads of maize

Always the winds sweet lover.