With the rising sun each morning
As the dawn breaks from the night
A chorus will adorn your ears
As the birds all take to flight

An orchestra born on the wing
With the sweetest melody
As they sing as one in unison
And in perfect harmony

Some swallows and a cockatoo
Will strum and beat the base
Conducted by a wise old owl
With a smile upon his face

Two parrots and a crested grebe
And a sleepy nightingale
Arranging the percussion
With a crow called Abigail

Fourteen pink flamingos will
Pluck hard on every string
While a little robin redbreast
Finds a bell and makes it ring

A condor and an albatross
With a golden eagle too
Will glide up in the stratosphere
And harmonise for you

A choir made from turtle doves
Will grace the morning air
And sing out to the heavens
With such beauty that is rare

Two larks will sing soprano
As a seagull blows the horn
And a sparrow plays the tambourine
As the beat goes on and on

A grand finale will ensue
As the birds all flock as one
To take a bow and sing once more
Beneath the rising sun

As they disperse and fly away
Over land and through the glen
Come tomorrow as the morning breaks
The dawn chorus will come again