Dawn has come, br O’er the fields of hay. br As heady as golden rum, br Is the clear light of day. br br It sings of the breeze br And sweet meadow flowers br Of the cold briny sea br And all of Nature’s power br br Ah the sunlight br Seeping o’er the grass br You speak of untold might br Of times to come and those long past br br But now the daylight fades, br Though I wish it would last forever. br Painting gold the heads of maize br Always the winds sweet lover.