Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I'll borrow;
Bird, prune thy wing, sing,
To give my Love good-morrow;
To give my Love good-morrow
Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Notes from the lark I'll borrow;
Bird, prune thy wing, sing,
To give my Love good-morrow;
To give my Love good-morrow
Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Golden Treasury
