Bring the Morning Home 
by Dan Schatz          
          
When fiddlers’ reels have finished dancing          
When the pipe’s no longer chanting          
When the whistle’s tunes have all been blown          
It’s one more song we’ll sing together;          
One last respite from the weather –           
Lift your voice; we’ll bring the morning home.          
    
Chorus:      
	Home, the morning home          
	Though nights be cold or long          
	Lift your voice; we’ll bring the morning home          
          
There’s a spring that wells inside the mountain;           
April it becomes a fountain,          
Water spilling through the granite stone.          
Sometimes the night seems dry and cold –           
Your songs are off, your stories told,          
But lift your voice, we’ll bring the morning home.          
          
Chorus
          
When hope is thin and courage failing,          
Wisdom weak and spirit ailing,           
When it seems you’re in this life alone,          
Friends and neighbors gathered near          
Welcome you with voices clear          
So lift a song; we’ll bring the morning home.          
          
Chorus
          
(Repeat first verse and chorus)

© 2000 by Dan Schatz
Thirty-six String Music