Full Lyrics
Come with me to the fields away,
Breathe the cooling, morning air;
All around seems glad today,
Flowers are springing fresh and rare.
Loud we’ll raise the jovial song,
Make it echo loud and long;
And our rustic song shall be
Ever gladdening, wild and free.
Gather now the lilies fair,
Deck thy brow, with a rose display;
Braid thee wreathes to grace thy hair;
Kiss the golden beams of day.
Loud we’ll raise the jovial song,
Make it echo loud and long;
And our rustic song shall be
Ever gladdening, wild and free.
Dews that all night long have wept,
Sparkling, meet the “king of day.”
Thrushes concert with the lark,
Vying with bright notes we play.
Loud we’ll raise the jovial song,
Make it echo loud and long;
And our rustic song shall be
Ever gladdening, wild and free.
