Every morning when I wake,
Dear Lord, a little prayer I make.
O please to keep thy loving 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 always touch and go.
We are not wholly bad or good
Who live our lives under Milk Wood,
And thou I know wilt be the first
To see our best side, not our worst.
O let us see another day!
Bless us this holy night I pray,
And to the sun we all will bow
And say goodbye but… just for now!
Amen.