We wake in the last hour of the night, among the mists ready to open to reveal the coming day. The dew wets every blade of grass and the air is fresh. The sunlight, from behind the horizon, clears the night with a deep blue, illuminating the sky like a precious stone, while the last stars are ready to salute the dawn. [Instrumental] We wake in the last hour of the night, among the mists ready to open to reveal the coming day. The dew wets every blade of grass and the air is fresh. The sunlight, from behind the horizon, clears the night with a deep blue, illuminating the sky like a precious stone, while the last stars are ready to salute the dawn. [Instrumental] [Ending]
