The word o' the day is:
aubade: a song greeting the dawn..
isn't that lovely. *gets all dewy eyed and stuff*
He was usually still awake when the birds began to warble their aubade.-- Christopher Buckley, "What was Robert Benchley?", National Review, June 16, 1997
And there he lingered till the crowing cock...
Sang his aubade with lusty voice and clear.-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Emma and EginhardGwynn was up the back, playing a soft aubade on the piano that Feni had installed years ago when business was brisker and he could afford to pay entertainers.-- K.J. Bishop, The Etched City