Bright morning stars are rising, Bright morning stars are rising
,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
Oh, where are our dear fathers,
Oh, where are our dear fathers.
They are down in the valley praying,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
Oh where are our dear mothers, oh where are our dear
mothers.
They have gone to heaven shouting,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
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