Full Lyrics
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.
Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast,
Sing birds in every furrow;
And from each hill, let music shrill
Give my fair love goodmorrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow.
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,
Sing my fair love good morrow.
