Matin Song

Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!   With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft   To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind,   Notes from the lark I'll borrow: Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!   To give my Love good-morrow!       To give my Love good-morrow       Notes from them all I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast!   Sing, birds, in every furrow! And from each bill let music shrill   Give my fair Love good-morrow! Blackbird and thrush in every bush,   Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow, You pretty elves, among yourselves   Sing my fair Love good-morrow!       To give my Love good-morrow!       Sing, birds, in every furrow!