Full Lyrics
Lady, now the day is breaking
O’er the hills with rosy hue,
And the woods are slowly waking,
Fair and bright with shining dew;
Every glistening tree is ringing
With a welcome to the dawn,
And the lark his song is flinging
Over meadow, lake, and lawn.
Lady, now the day is breaking
O’er the hill with rosy hue;
Then haste thee, haste thee now
To greet the smiling day.
The hills are bright, the birds are there,
Then haste, oh Lady, haste away.
Far across the plains resounding,
Rings the merry Huntsman’s horn,
And the coursers gaily bounding
O’er the heather fields are gone;
Through thy lattice, roses peeping
Bid thee list the thrush’s call,
Chiding that thou still art sleeping,
Fairest flower of them all.
