Breaking Dawn

The dew is heavy on the grass

The stars are fading into gray

Each silent footstep that I pass

Is tracing out a brand new day

And the mist is rising slow

Where the quiet waters flow (ahhhh)

I am the dawnwalker,

stepping through the cold

Chasing the first golden light to unfold

Walking the ridgeline, leaving no trace

Finding my peace in this wide open space

The timberline begins to glow

The shadows stretch across the clay

The mountain wind begins to blow

To sweep the heavy dark away

I am the dawnwalker,

stepping through the cold

Chasing the first golden light to unfold

Walking the ridgeline, leaving no trace

Finding my peace in this wide open space

Oh,

the world is waking up below (waking up below) But up here,

the silence is all I know

Stepping through the cold...

Chasing the gold... (mmmmm)