It's up in the morning and on the downs little white clouds like gambolling lambs.I am breathless over you and the red-breasted robin beats his wings. His throat it trembles when he sings.For he is helpless before you.The happy hooded bluebells bow.And bend their heads all a-down heavied by the early morning dew at the whispering stream at the bubbling brook.The fishes leap up to take a look. For they are breathless over you.Still your hands and still your heart, for still your face comes shining through.The morning glows anewStill your mind, still your soul. For still the fare of love is true.And I am breathless without you.The wind circles among the trees and it bangs about the new-made leaves.For it is breathless without youThe fox chases the rabbit round. The rabbit hides beneath the ground. For he is defenceless without you.The sky of daytime dies away and all the earthly things they stop to play.For we are all breathless without youI listen to my juddering bones, the blood in my veins and the wind in my lungsI am breathless without you.
