Sun's coming up on the bayou, Lord,
So bright in the clean, cool air,
As I kneel in my Cajun cabin, Lord,
To offer my morning prayer.

What can I ask of You, Bon Dieu?
What more can a Cajun wish?
I've got black coffee on my stove,
And this grand bayou to fish.

My nets are full and heavy, Lord,
My traps your bounty yield;
I harvest so many riches, Lord,
From your bayou, gulf, and field.

When my exiled Cajun fathers, Lord,
Sought refuge in this land,
I know the force that led them on
Was le Bon Dieu's unseen hand.

So Lord, what more can a Cajun ask
Than what I have today?
Bon sante, bene amis et ma famille,
And le Bon Dieu Who hears me pray.

Then this is my simple prayer, Lord,
A Cajun's humble plea;
May all of those who love you, Lord,
Have all you've given me.