The sun ascends, the heat begins to rise,
And sweat doth bead upon my weary brow,
Oh, for a moment's rest, beneath the skies,
To quench my thirst, and ease my aching vow!
And sweat doth bead upon my weary brow,
Oh, for a moment's rest, beneath the skies,
To quench my thirst, and ease my aching vow!