How she loved the dawn's golden colours, dressed on the tree-arched vestibule,
Alone, she'd go out dancing, 'cross the quilt of morning dew,
Had a soul for rising early, and a heart for leaving soon,
Oh, how she loved the morning, so God took her in the afternoon.
Her prayers spilled over earth and water, kissed the snow fields and climbed the hills,
Cracked the mountains of Virginia, touched the hem of Jesus' will,
Yes, sweet daybreak was a lover, but he could not heal her wound,
Oh, how she loved the morning, so God took her in the afternoon.
Today the wind's a little colder, the sun drifts 'cross a pallid sky,
And the land is full of shadows cast by dark clouds passing by.
In my dreams, I see her laughing,
In the mist, she's still at play
So each morning I go looking for the child who could not stay,
Now she fills the fallow, green fields with a memory-laced perfume,
Oh, how she loved the morning, so God took her in the afternoon,
Oh, how she loved the morning, so God took her in the afternoon.
