Oh, it was early morning
And the sun was coming on;
I breathed the touch of spring
And watched the grand unfurling dawn

The glories all around me seemed
Too numerous to track,
Before I learned that you were gone
And were not coming back

Oh, it was early morning
With a softness on the breeze;
I hummed the only tune that I
Could hum with any ease

I didn’t know that day would be
The last enbrightened day
Because I’d learn that afternoon
That you had gone away

But still the world was innocent –
Or I was still a youth –
But it was early morning, and
I’d not yet heard
The truth