Love's Good-Morrow

Pack, clouds away! and welcome day! With night we banish sorrow; Sweet air, blow soft, mount larks 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 both I’ll borrow. Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast, Sing birds in every furrow; And from each hill, let music shrill Give my fair love good-morrow! Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow! You pretty elves, amongst yourselves, Sing my fair love good-morrow; To give my love good-morrow, Sing birds in every furrow.