Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, 2 Oh! 'tis sweet at early day, Then to climb the mountain's side, Where the merry songster's lay, Sweetly echoes far and wide: Noon may have its sunny glare, Eve, its twilight and its dew; Night, its soft and cooling air, But give me morning blue. |