It's Up In The Morning It's Up In The Morning It's up in the morning, it's on the dance Little white clouds like gambling lanes And I am a breathless soul for you And the red-breasted robin beats his wings His throat trembles when he sings For he is a helpless pitfall And the happy hooded bluebells bow And bend their heads all the time And I am heavied by the early morning dew And the whispering stream at the bubbling brook The fishes leap up to take a look For they are breathless over you And still your hands, and still your heart And still your face comes shining through And all the morning glows anew And still your mind, and still your soul For still the fire of love is true And I am a breathless without you The wind circles among the trees And it bangs about a venom made of leaves For it is a breathless without you And the fox chases the rabbit around And the rabbit hides beneath the ground For he is defenseless 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 joddering bones And the blood in my veins The wind in my lungs And I am breathless without you And still your hands, and still your heart And still your face comes shining through And all the morning glows anew And still your soul, and still your mind For still the fire of love is true And I am a breathless without you