Early in the morning

                 Before the yellow ball,
                 I hear a beautiful call
 
                 Through the woods,
                 over the old roots
 
                 I run,
                 with joy and fun
 
                 Before the dawn,
                 when darkness is gone
 
                 Opens a new faith,
                 without old hate
 
                 Slowly increasing light,
                 force monsters to hide