Morning is rising Soft on the meadow Gold on the bracken Bright on the stone Blackbirds are singing High in the willow And I must go Calling, Calling The birds are calling And I must go Dew on the clover Light on the barley Mist on the river White on the thorn Sparrows at daybreak Larks in the high fields Call me from home Calling, Calling The birds are calling And I must go Road under morning Sky bending o'er me Mist from the hillside Drifting away Larks in the sunlight Sing through the wildwood Show me the way Calling, Calling The birds are calling And I must go Calling, Calling The birds are calling And I must go The birds are calling And I must go
