In Norley Wood
M. Brahe
In Norley Wood the thickets ring
With gladness to the sky,
In Norley Wood I wake and sing
For very joy, I wonder why!
Is it your thought at break of day
That makes the dawning all divine –
Your kiss from far away
That in the morning meets with mine?
In Norley Wood I wake and sing
With birds that carol clear,
For all the joy the day shall bring,
The happy thought that you are near.