Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day,
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft
To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing,
To give my Love good-morrow;
To give my Love good-morrow
Wake from thy nest, Robin-redbreast!
Sing, bir
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft
To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing,
To give my Love good-morrow;
To give my Love good-morrow
Wake from thy nest, Robin-redbreast!
Sing, bir