O the lark in the morning she rises
from her nest
and she mounts all in the bright air
with the dew upon her breast.
And like the pretty plough boy she'll
whistle, and she'll sing.
And at night she will return to her
nest once again.
Lie still my fond shepherd and don't you rise yet.
It's a cold and dewy morning and
besides, my Love, it's wet.
Oh, let it be wet my Love and ever so
cold,
I will rise my fond Flora and away to
my fold.
I must rise with the morning, when
the birds begin to sing.
When the bright sun is shining and
the lark is on the wing.
But when day is over, and the sun is
in the west,
I'll return to my Flora, like the
lark to her nest.
This interpretation of the stunning melody 'The Lark in the Morning' embraces the gentle, lyrical spirit of English folk tradition. It tells of a shepherd and his wife exchanging tender words at dawn. Though he must rise to tend his flock, he promises to return as faithfully as the lark returns to her nest. The Lark in the Morning has been recorded by Steeleye Span, Maddy Prior, Jackie Oates, and preserved in field recordings by Dorothy Bavey, The Copper Family, and Paddy Tunney.
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