GOOD morrow to the golden morning, Good morrow to the world's delight -- I've come to bless thy life's beginning, Since it makes my own so bright! I have brought no roses, sweetest, I could find no flowers, dear, -- It was when all sweets were over Thou wert born to bless the year. But I've brought thee jewels, dearest, In thy bonny locks to shine, -- And if love shows in their glances, They have learned that look of mine! |