At dawning

When the dawn flames in the sky, I love you;

When the birdlings wake and cry, I love you;

When the swaying blades of corn

Whisper soft at breaking morn,

Love anew to me is born, I love you,

I love you.

Dawn and dew proclaim my dream, I love you;

Chant the birds one thrilling theme, I love you;

All the sounds of morning meet,

Break in yearning at your feet.

Come and answer, come, my sweet,

I love you, I love you.