Leaves are shining in the dew
Opened with the dawning,
Shining to the skies of blue,
All green in merry morning.
And early now, the robin wakes
Singing sweet a warning
Of sun that over mountain breaks
Turns green the merry morning.
Young lady rises with the bird,
Taking up her sewing,
Patterns works of silken thread
All green in merry morning.
She thinks upon her true love young
And prays for his well being
When all the warring has been done
In the green merry morning.
Across on bloody fields he thinks
On his young lady sewing.
It boldness to his fighting brings
Of the green merry morning.
As he fought heard the battle dru