The mist has left the greening plain, 

The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, 

The coquette rose awakes again 

     Her lovely self adorning. 

 
The Wind is hiding in the trees, 

A sighing, soothing, laughing tease, 

Until the rose says “kiss me, please”

    ’Tis morning, ’tis morning. 

 
With staff in hand and careless-free, 

The wanderer fares right jauntily, 

For towns and houses are, thinks he, 

   For scorning, for scorning,


My soul is swift upon the wing, 

And in its deeps a song I bring; 

come, Love, and we together sing, 

“’Tis morning, ’tis morning.”

I found you and I lost you, 

   All on a gleaming day. 

The day was filled with sunshine,

   And the land was full of May. 

A golden bird was singing

   Its melody divine, 

I found you and I loved you, 

   And all the world was mine. 

I found you and I lost you, 

   All on a golden day, 

But when I dream of you, dear, 

   It is always brimming May.

I found you and I lost you, 

   All on a gleaming day. 

The day was filled with sunshine,

   And the land was full of May. 

A golden bird was singing

   Its melody divine, 

I found you and I loved you, 

   And all the world was mine. 

I found you and I lost you, 

   All on a golden day, 

But when I dream of you, dear, 

   It is always brimming May.