Copyright, 1886, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Chat. T. Ellis.
Rise up, my pretty morning lark, the sun is rising, too;
Shake the sleep out of your eyes, and from your wings the dew.
Now let those pretty notes you sing enchant the morning air.
And let your heart Just like your wing be free from weight of care.
Morning lark! morning lark! soaring high in the air;
Sing, sing to me, sweet morning lark! free from all grief and care.
Ley le o le, ley o le o, ley a le u, ley le o le ley, le o le ley le o.
Your song is ended, morning lark, for shades of eve have come.
And now it is approaching dark; you'll seek your meadow home,
Where tall grass shades your lowly nest, with head beneath your wing;
Night's hours you'll give to gentle rest, to-morrow you will sing.
Morning lark! morning lark! with songs so sweet and clear;
Now sing to me, my morning lark! free from all grief and care.- Yodel.