Dawn is on the wind, brother, rain is coming soon
To wash the stars of night away, and bring a golden noon;
Dawn is on the wind, brother, birds are all awake,
Leave your bed behind, brother, choose the road you’ll take.
Will you take the sea road, blue, and green; and grey?
Never twice the same, brother. changing all the day,
Will you take the moor road, over bracken brown?
Will you take the turnpike through the busy town?
Will you take the low road, past the village spire,
Past the cottage gardens, and the stirring pebble byre?
Will you take the hill road, over lonely heights?
Dawn is on the wind, brother, bringing new delights.
Dawn is on the wind, brother, all the world’s aglow;
Leave your bed behind, brother, take your staff and go.
Choose which way you will, brother, once you start to roam,
Every day’s a life, brother, all roads lead you home.
By Donald Ian McGregor 1908 – 1985