Come gather round: Let joy sing out today! Dawn now is breaking, And the mountains say: “It’s only light Can make the darkness run. Lift up your head, Greet the rising sun!” Mm-m-m greet the rising sun! Some people think To harvest happiness By weeding troubles, Easing every stress. The trouble is That troubles never end: Get rid of one, And you face it’s friend! Mm-m-m and you face it’s friend. It’s in your heart The songs of joy resound: You’ll hear but echoes In the world around. Wind on a hill Sounds lonely if you’re sad, Free if you’re free, Cheerful if you’re glad. Mm-m-m cheerful if you’re glad. Friends, come with me — We’ll chant of battles won: Shots not of anger; Joy will be our gun! Before the light The veils of sorrow rend; In inner freedom All delusions end. Mm-m-m all delusions end.