Steeleye Span - The Lark in the Morning lyrics
[Steeleye Span - The Lark in the Morning lyrics]
Lay still, my fond shepherd
And don't you rise yet
It's a fine dewy morning
And besides, my love, it is wet
Oh, let it be wet, my love, and ever so cold
I will rise, my fond Floro
And away to my fold
Oh, no, my bright Floro, it is no such thing
It's a bright sun a-shining and the
Lark is on the wing
Oh, the lark in the morning
She rises from her nest
And she mounts in the air with
The dew on her breast
And like a pretty ploughboy
She'll whistle and sing
And at night she will return
To her own nest again
When the ploughboy has done all
He's got for to do
He trips down to the meadows where
The grass is all cut down
Oh, the lark in the morning
She rises from her nest
And she mounts in the air with
The dew on her breast
And like a pretty ploughboy
She'll whistle and sing
And at night she will return
To her own nest again
And don't you rise yet
It's a fine dewy morning
And besides, my love, it is wet
Oh, let it be wet, my love, and ever so cold
I will rise, my fond Floro
And away to my fold
Oh, no, my bright Floro, it is no such thing
It's a bright sun a-shining and the
Lark is on the wing
Oh, the lark in the morning
She rises from her nest
And she mounts in the air with
The dew on her breast
And like a pretty ploughboy
She'll whistle and sing
And at night she will return
To her own nest again
When the ploughboy has done all
He's got for to do
He trips down to the meadows where
The grass is all cut down
Oh, the lark in the morning
She rises from her nest
And she mounts in the air with
The dew on her breast
And like a pretty ploughboy
She'll whistle and sing
And at night she will return
To her own nest again