Away with your slumbers, the bright morning skies Proclaim the glad sun is now ready to rise; The birds are now singing and this is their song, Awake, you are sleeping, you're sleeping too long. Oh, who can be sad, when the dewdrops so bright Are sparkling with pleasure to welcome the light; The willows bend low, with their leaves to the ground, And flowers are off'ring their incense around. The sun looks with smiles on the loving and bright, Who wander together, enjoying his light; In pleasure they shout, and in harmony join, And sing of the care of a Father divine.