When the dawn flames in the sky I love you; When the birdlings wake and cry, I love you; When the swaying blades of corn Whisper soft at breaking morn, Love anew to me is born, I love you, I love you. Dawn and dew proclaim my dream, I love you; Chant the birds one thrilling theme, I love you; All the sounds of morning meet, Break in yearning at your feet. Come and answer, come, my sweet, I love you, I love you.
Eberhart, Nelle Richmond. At Dawning. Greer Music Library Historic Sheet Music Collection. Connecticut College.
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