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.