I like to rise

Sarah, ma blonde, sings this traditional paean to country life.
She and the Black Sheep Morris have been singing this song since way back in the last millennium each May Day morning after dancing the sun up at Goldie Mill in Guelph.
Here she's squeezing out a stick dance.
Listen by clicking here.




I like to rise

in the winter when the skies are gray
we hedge and we ditch our times away
but in the summer when the sun shines gay
we go ramble in the new mown hay

I like to rise when the sun she rises
early in the morning
I like to hear them small birds singing
merrily upon the laylum
it's all for the life of a country child
to ramble in the new mown hay

in the spring we sow at the harvest mow
that is how the seasons round they go
but of all the times to choose I may
I go ramble in the new mown hay

in the autumn when the oak leaves turn
we gather all the wood that's fit to burn
we stow and we stack and we pile away
and go ramble in the new mown hay


lyrics/music traditional
arrangement copyright 2003 randy sutherland
from the CD 'the sky starts at your feet'