Awoken in flight
up yonder and sing.
The lark of the morn
on song and a wing.
To hover on high,
arise and rejoice.
Oh joyous your song,
the morning in voice.
The dawning in verse
your music has stirred
the light of the day
on wings of a bird.
O’er farmer and field,
o’er shepherd and herd.
The song of the lark,
the morning is heard.
A prince of the sky
a singing with glee.
The lark of the morn,
good morning to thee.