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The Rising Of The Lark - Roger Whittaker
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The Rising Of The Lark Roger Whittaker

The Rising Of The Lark - Roger Whittaker
See, O see the breaking day
How the dew drop decks the thorn
Hov'ring low the skylarks lay
Long preluding meets the morn
Hark! The liquid notes awake anew
Rising sweeter with the rising dew
Rising sweeter with the rising dew

Come, my love, and drink the sound
Ere the dazzling sun appears;
While the drooping flow'ret round
Bends with nature's early tears
Poising, as she mounts with humid wings
Still above her lowly nest she sings
O'er her lowly nest she sings

Now the dappled clouds among
Sweet and clear ascends the lay;
Come before the plumy throng
Wake to hail the king of day!
Warbling louder still, she mounts alone
Near and nearer to his amber throne
Nearer to his amber throne

See the blazing gates unfold
See his radiant head appear!
Through yon op'ning clouds of gold
Still the less'ning note we hear
Sinking softly with the sinking strain
See her seek her lowly nest again
See her seek her nest again
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