Break o’ day
Language: English
Come, come away at break o’ day, When the moon is low in the west, The night clouds fly – the dawn is nigh – The light o’er the hill has prest! The lark sings high in the dappled sky, The roses ope in the lane; Come, come away at break o’ day, For the green of the fields I’m fain! Come, come away, The sunbeams are dancing anew Come, come away, The linnets are calling to you. Come and hear the bells o’ morn, Ringing gaily o’er the lea, Come and greet the glorious morn, Come away with me! Come, come away at break o’ day, To the song of carolling rills, And watch the light cleave thro’ the night – The white mist rise from the hills! In wood and break all the birds awake, To lighten our hearts with glee; Come, come away at break o’ day, When the winds blow fresh and free! Come, come away, The sunbeams are dancing anew Come, come away, The linnets are calling to you. Come and hear the bells o’ morn, Ringing gaily o’er the lea, Come and greet the glorious morn, Come away with me!
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wilfred Sanderson (1878 - 1935), "Break o’ day" [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2016-05-16
Line count: 32
Word count: 196