If you haven't seen the sunrise over the Ocoee,
You haven't seen Southeastern Tennessee.
The mists that masked the mountains
Linger on the low-lying lakes,
Veiling their deeply serene beauty,
As the bridal veil does the virgin's face.
My soul sings with the wonder of
Another chance to become again pure.
Arise, New Day, unveil yourself;
Express your celebration,
For today is another perfect presence
In the whole of Earth's Creation.