Bright Morning Stars

Abigail Washburn

Bright morning stars are rising, 
Bright morning stars are rising, 
Bright morning stars are rising, 

Day is a-breaking in my soul. 

And where are our dear fathers, 
Oh where are our dear fathers, 
They’re down in the valley a praying, 
Day is a-breaking in my soul. 

And where are our dear mothers, 
Oh where are our dear mothers, 
They’ve gone up to heaven shouting, 
Day is a-breaking in my soul.

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