It’s up in the morning and on the downs
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Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
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And I am breathless over you
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And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
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His throat it trembles when he sings
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For he is helpless before you
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The happy hooded bluebells bow
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And bend their heads all a-down
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Heavied by the early morning dew
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At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
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The fishes leap up to take a look
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For they are breathless over you
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Still your hands
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And still your heart
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For still your face comes shining through
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And all the morning glows anew
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Still your mind
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Still your soul
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For still the fare of love is true
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And I am breathless without you
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The wind circles among the trees
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And it bangs about the new-made leaves
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For it is breathless without you
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The fox chases the rabbit round
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The rabbit hides beneath the ground
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For he is defenceless without you
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The sky of daytime dies away
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And all the earthly things they stop to play
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For we are all breathless without you
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I listen to my juddering bones
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The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs
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And I am breathless without you
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Still your hands
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And still your heart
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For still your face comes shining through
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And all the morning glows anew
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Still your mind
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Still your soul
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For still, the fire of love is true
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And I am breathless without you
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And I am breathless without you
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I am breathless without you |