Fine Summer Morning

On a fine summer morning
The bird on the wing
Is singing his heart out
As though it were spring
The whole pretty scene
Is a patchwork of green
On a fine summer morning

On a fine summer morning
The day will be long
The air full of blossom
The tree full of song
Out of the skylight
No glimpse of the twilight
On a fine summer morning

There's a new day a-dawning
A new lease of life
The rose has no thorn
The wind, no knife
Pause to remember
The dark of Decеmber
On a fine summer morning