Back, clouds, away! 
And welcome day! 
With night we'll banish sorrow. 
Sweet air, blow soft; 
Mount, lark, aloft! 
To bid my love good morrow!

Wings from the wind 
To please her mind,
Notes from the lark I'll borrow;
Bird, plume thy wing,
O! linnet, sing
To bid my love good morrow!

Wake from thy nest,
Thou sweet redbreast.
Sing, birds, in every furrow,
And from each hill
Let music shrill,
Bid my fair love good morrow!

Each lark and thrush
on every bush,
Stare, linnet and cock sparrow,
You pretty elves
Among yourselves
Sing my fair love good morrow!