Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising;
Day’s a-breaking in my soul.
Oh, where are our dear fathers?
Day’s a-breaking in my soul.
They are down in the valley praying;
Day’s a-breaking in my soul.
Oh where are our dear mothers?
Day’s a-breaking in my soul.
They have gone to heaven shouting;
Day’s a-breaking in my soul.
Oh where are our dear children?
Day’s a-breaking in my soul.
They’re upon the earth a-dancing;
Day’s a-breaking in my soul.
Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising;
Day’s a-breaking in my soul.

Appalachian folk melody