Good mornin',
Good mornin'
You sleepy head,
It's dawnin',
Stop yawnin',
Get out of that bed.
Say, the air is soft as silk,
It's time to get the mornin' milk,
Come on wake up!
Get up!
Look at the grass
Silver in the sun,
Heavy with the dew,
Look at the buds,
You can almost see
How they're breakin' through;
Look at the birds
Feedin' all their young
In the sycamores,
But you better get on
With your mornin' chores.
Just take a breath
Of that newmown hay
And the sugar cane;
Looks like tonight
There should be a moon
Down in lover's lane.
There you go daydreaming
When it's time that you obeyed
That sunrise serenade.
