Yep, it is Early One Morning... Early one morning before the sun had risen I heard a bluebird in a field gaily sing Soft winds are blowing Green grass is growing What a .... forget after that ... spring. Considering I'm going back some forty years to recall those lyrics -- I didn't even know I remembered them until I started typing. I know, no chords, no sheet music, just a Detroiter who got CBC out of Windsor and LOVED the giant!