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It's up in the morning and on the downs |
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Little white clouds like gambolling lambs |
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And I am breathless over you |
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And the red-breasted robin beats his wings |
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His throat it trembles when he sings |
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For he is helpless before you |
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The happy hooded bluebells bow |
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And bend their heads all a-down |
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Heavied by the early morning dew |
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At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook |
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The fishes leap up to take a look |
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For they are breathless over you |
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Still your hands |
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And still your heart |
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For still your face comes shining through |
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And all the morning glows anew |
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Still your mind |
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Still your soul |
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For still, the fare of love is true |
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And I am breathless without you |
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The wind circles among the trees |
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And it bangs about the new-made leaves |
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For it is breathless without you |
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The fox chases the rabbit round |
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The rabbit hides beneath the ground |
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For he is defenceless without you |
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The sky of daytime dies away |
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And all the earthly things they stop to play |
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For we are all breathless without you |
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I listen to my juddering bones |
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The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs |
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And I am breathless without you |
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Still your hands |
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And still your heart |
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For still your face comes shining through |
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And all the morning glows anew |
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Still your soul |
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Still your mind |
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Still, the fire of love is true |
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And I am breathless without you |