Track 1 of the album Hands of the Morning · 2017
Before the Sun Wakes, Bakers Rise
by Elijah Stone & the Zion Gate
“Three in the morning and the oven is warm. The baker is the first preacher in town.”
roots reggae · anthemic roots · one drop · 4:04
Lyrics
Three in the morning, the oven is warm The baker is up before the dawn Flour on his hands, a song in his chest He feeds the town while it rests Rise, rise, bakers rise Before the sun wakes, open your eyes Rise, rise, hands that give Bread for the morning, bread to live Milk on the doorstep, the lorry rolls by The cleaner is singing under the sky Nobody sees them, but Jah sees them all Faithful in the dark, they answer the call Rise, rise, bakers rise Before the sun wakes, open your eyes Rise, rise, hands that give Bread for the morning, bread to live Bless the early hands Bless the quiet feet Bless the early hands Morning, you are sweet The first light comes and the loaf is brown The baker smiles and he turns the sign round Come, little children, come, grandmother too The day is rising and it rises for you Rise, rise, bakers rise Before the sun wakes, open your eyes Rise, rise, hands that give Bread for the morning, bread to live Rise, rise, bakers rise Bread for the morning