Full Lyrics
Pack, clouds, away, and welcome, day,
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft,
To give my Love goodmorrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I’ll borrow:
Bird, prune thy wing! nightingale, sing!
To bid my Love good morrow!
Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast,
Sing, birds, in every furrow;
And from each bill let music shrill
Bid my fair Love goodmorrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow,
You pretty Elves, among yourselves,
Sing my fair Love good morrow!
