Fog reaches toward the mountain tops
On their way to a brand new day
The sun is rising in the East
Slowly burning the fog away
A beautiful sight to behold
As the two of them shall meet
Outlining the layers of mountains
As the fog rises up between
There is no beauty like the morning sun
When it peaks up ore' the hills
Just like a smile from an old friend
It gives my heart a thrill
The clouds are slowly rolling by
Giving way to clear blue sky
As once again a new day dawns
Touched by the hands of God
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