Bright morning stars are rising, Bright morning stars are rising, Bright morning stars are rising, Day is a-breaking in my soul. Oh, where are our dear mothers, Day is a-breaking in my soul. They are down in the valley praying, Day is a-breaking in my soul. Oh where are our dear fathers, Day is a-breaking in my soul. They have gone to heaven shouting, Day is a-breaking in my soul. Bright morning stars are rising, Day is a-breaking in my soul.