GLAD DAY
Here's another day, dear,Here's the sun againPeeping in his pleasant wayThrough the window pane.Rise and let him in, dear,Hail him, "Hip hurray!"Now the fun will all begin,Here's another day!Down the coppice path, dear,Through the dewy glade,(When the Morning took her bathWhat a splash she made!)Up the wet wood-way, dear,Under dripping green,Run and meet another dayBrightest ever seen.Mushrooms in the field, dear,Show their silver gleam,What a dainty crop they yieldFirm as clouted cream,Cool as balls of snow, dear,Sweet and fresh and round!Ere the early dews can goWe must clear the ground.Such a lot to do, dear,Such a lot to see!How we ever can get throughFairly puzzles me.Hurry up and out, dear,Then—away! away!In and out and round about,Here's another day!
Here's another day, dear,Here's the sun againPeeping in his pleasant wayThrough the window pane.Rise and let him in, dear,Hail him, "Hip hurray!"Now the fun will all begin,Here's another day!Down the coppice path, dear,Through the dewy glade,(When the Morning took her bathWhat a splash she made!)Up the wet wood-way, dear,Under dripping green,Run and meet another dayBrightest ever seen.Mushrooms in the field, dear,Show their silver gleam,What a dainty crop they yieldFirm as clouted cream,Cool as balls of snow, dear,Sweet and fresh and round!Ere the early dews can goWe must clear the ground.Such a lot to do, dear,Such a lot to see!How we ever can get throughFairly puzzles me.Hurry up and out, dear,Then—away! away!In and out and round about,Here's another day!
Here's another day, dear,Here's the sun againPeeping in his pleasant wayThrough the window pane.Rise and let him in, dear,Hail him, "Hip hurray!"Now the fun will all begin,Here's another day!
Here's another day, dear,
Here's the sun again
Peeping in his pleasant way
Through the window pane.
Rise and let him in, dear,
Hail him, "Hip hurray!"
Now the fun will all begin,
Here's another day!
Down the coppice path, dear,Through the dewy glade,(When the Morning took her bathWhat a splash she made!)Up the wet wood-way, dear,Under dripping green,Run and meet another dayBrightest ever seen.
Down the coppice path, dear,
Through the dewy glade,
(When the Morning took her bath
What a splash she made!)
Up the wet wood-way, dear,
Under dripping green,
Run and meet another day
Brightest ever seen.
Mushrooms in the field, dear,Show their silver gleam,What a dainty crop they yieldFirm as clouted cream,Cool as balls of snow, dear,Sweet and fresh and round!Ere the early dews can goWe must clear the ground.
Mushrooms in the field, dear,
Show their silver gleam,
What a dainty crop they yield
Firm as clouted cream,
Cool as balls of snow, dear,
Sweet and fresh and round!
Ere the early dews can go
We must clear the ground.
Such a lot to do, dear,Such a lot to see!How we ever can get throughFairly puzzles me.Hurry up and out, dear,Then—away! away!In and out and round about,Here's another day!
Such a lot to do, dear,
Such a lot to see!
How we ever can get through
Fairly puzzles me.
Hurry up and out, dear,
Then—away! away!
In and out and round about,
Here's another day!
W. Graham Robertson.
Used by permission of John Lane Company.