The song is Early by Greg Brown
Early one morning I walked out alone.
I looked down the street no one was around.
The sun was just comin' up over my home,
On Hickory Street in a little farm town.
Ooo Eee ain't the morning light pretty,
While dew is still heavy so bright and early?
My home on the range is a one horse town,
And it's allright with me.
Clouds rolled the prairie, the prairie brought life.
Little towns blossomed soon there were many
All scattered like fireflies across the dark night.
One was called early and they sure named it right.
Many dry summers have burned out the fields,
Scorched the fine colors and cut back the yields.
But the rains have returned to wash away our fears,
It's the fullest green summer that we've seen in years.
Transcribed from the self-titled recording by Cathy Fink and Marcy Marxer on the Sugar Hill label.
Enjoy the song, it is a sweet one.
Roger in Baltimore