It's up in the morning   And on the downs   Little white clouds   Like gambolling lambs   And I am breathless over you   And the red-breasted robin   Beats his wings   His throat it trembles   When he sings   For he is helpless before you      The happy hooded bluebells bow   And bend their heads all a-down   Heavied by the early morning dew   At the whispering stream   At the bubbling brook   The fishes leap up to take a look   For they are breathless over you   Still your hands   And still your heart   For still your face   Comes shining through   And all   The morning glows anew   Still your mind   Still your soul   For still   The fare of love is true   And I am breathless without you      The wind circles among the trees   And it bangs about the new-made leaves   For it is breathless without you   The fox chases the rabbit round   The rabbit hides beneath the ground   For he is defenceless without you   The sky of daytime dies away   And all the earthly things   They stop to play   For we are all breathless without you   I listen to my juddering bones   The blood in my veins   And the wind in my lungs   And I am breathless without you   Still your hands   And still your heart   For still your face   Comes shining through   And all   The morning glows anew   Still your soul   Still your mind   Still, the fire of love is true   And I am breathless without you