good morrow to the golden morning,
good morrow to the world’s delight —
i’ve come to bless thy life’s beginning,
since it makes my own so bright!
i have brought no roses, sweetest,
i could find no flowers, dear —
it was when all sweets were over
thou wert born to bless the year.
but i’ve brought thee jewels, dearest,
in thy bonny locks to shine —
and if love shows in their glances,
they have learn’d that look of mine!
