In the morn when the dewdrops fall
I wake up fresh to receive the day’s offer
Sometimes pain and sometimes joy
Life is a mixture of roses and thorns
Smiling yet through the day I pass
At night to thank God
For every gift that he has showered
Even the griefs that have taught
Me to bear all with grins
Daily bread, shelter and attire
That he blessed me with the winter’s fire
I pray to him to be kind
To every human animal and bird
And close my eyes with a prayer on my mind