Every morning when I wake,
Dear Lord, a little prayer I make,
O please to keep thy lovely eye
On all poor creatures born to die.
And every evening at sundown
I ask a blessing on the town,
For whether we last the night or no
I'm sure is aways touch-and-go.
We are not wholly bad or good
who live our lives under Milk Wood,
And thou, I know, will be the first
To see our best side, not our worse.
O let us see another day!
Bless us all this night, I pray,
And to the sun we all will bow
And say, good-bye - but just for now.
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