Lyrics A Place Called Morning - Bill Douglas

A PLACE CALLED MORNING
I've never seen a moor,
I've never seen the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks
Ande what a billow be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited him in Heaven,
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the charts were given.

Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of wich I've never heard?

Oh some scholar, oh some sailor,
Oh some wise man from the skies,
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where a place called "Morning" lies.

Emily Dickinson