Arise, sweet love by Henry David Leslie — Lyrics

Arise, sweet love, Sweet love, the stars grow pale, The glorious sun is nigh, The blackcap's pipe trills through the dale. The swallow twitters by. The lark now sings his merry lay, Roseclouds bedeck the sky; Then rise, sweet love, this is Mayday, And to the woods we'll hie, Arise, sweet love, the sun is nigh, Then rise, sweet love, the sun is nigh. Arise, sweet love, Sweet love, the sun is up, The morn is fresh and fair, Dew sparkles on the buttercup, The hawthorn scents the air. The leaves and woods are green and gay, And charm both ear and eye. Then rise, sweet love, this is Mayday, And to the woods we'll hie, Arise, sweet love, the sun is nigh, Then rise, sweet love, the sun is nigh.