A Song
18th Century Rebekah Carmichael EnglishA SONG
The morning smiles with soft delight, The streams do smoothly glide; 'Tis not the sun that shines so bright, 'Tis Nan of Leader side.
Her sprightly notes the lark does make Among the branches hide: And all the drowsy songsters wake With Nan of Leader side.
O why that look of cold disdain? Yet wherefore do I chide; For sure there's pleasure in the pain, Sweet Nan of Leader side.
No wonder then her bosom swells With heart-exulting pride; For, hark! on Eden banks the bells Play Nan of Leader side.