Early In the Morning

Early in the Morning Early in the morning.. When you return Refreshed from golden spikes. Come close where Nightingales warble Holds my faint voice to thee Come close when it returns with your faint voice - to me Early in the morning when you return Joyous like an old man Let thy hands -- Touch me Let the palm of thy hands Touched my hands When the dew of spikes - drapes my grave But be careful from the regret thorn.