[bad word] to the baby boy
Brings the world with all the joy
Still the world is spinning on his face

And all the blooming lights to noon [bad word] and hide get boundary
Rich between the mountains and the wind

Hand to hand we share the joy
Village beans and city scapes
Now the grind is being washed from our face

joy of shades with skinny legs
Skin disarms most every
Helps when all years lose their way

I'm waking up
I'm waking up

 [bad word] to the union
Son of moon and sea and land
Every miracle it's closed and had

I wonder if there's nothing more
 [bad word] the baby boy
Seeing part of you shine in his face

Oh happy day, oh happy joy
 [bad word] the baby boy
Still the world is spinning on his face

I'm waking up
I'm waking up
I'm waking up
I'm waking up

I'm waking up
I'm waking up
I'm waking up
I'm waking up