1 Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Bright morning stars are rising.
Day is a-breaking in my soul.

2 Oh, where are our dear mothers?
Oh, where are our dear mothers?
Oh, where are our dear mothers?
Day is a-breaking in my soul.

3 They are sowing seeds of gladness.
They are sowing seeds of gladness.
They are sowing seeds of gladness,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.

4 Oh, where are our dear fathers?
Oh, where are our dear fathers?
Oh, where are our dear fathers?
Day is a-breaking in my soul.

5 They are in the fields a-plowing.
They are in the fields a-plowing.
They are in the fields a-plowing,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.