The Dawn Piper

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn Appears when the new day is born A jacket made from willow strands A silver pipe clasped in his hands He awaits the sun to gently rise And as the first ray greets his eyes He puts the flute against his lips Caressing with his fingertips Keys from which the music flows A timeless tune that ever grows Sounding straight from Paradise The squirrels and woodland mice Hear the music of new dawning Floating through a misty morning Cock their heads at such delight So glad to see the end of night And hear as the new day is born The Piper at the Gates of Dawn