The Dawning Of The Day 외 Going Home / Mary Fahl

 

 

 

 
dawning of the day / Mary Fahl  

This morning early I walked on 
while my darling was in a dream 
The last sweet days of summer bloomed 
and dressed the trees in green 
Then soaring high in the gleaming sky 
from far across the bay 
came a fearsome roar from a distant shore 
at the dawning of the day 
Then I called my men to follow me 
knowing well that the view was dim 
Though tired and worn, how they fought all morn' 
as time was closing in 
And my heart was sad though sore with pride 
for brave lads all were they 
As the angels fly, how they climbed so high 
on the dawning of the day 



The Dawning of the Day-Mary Fahl.