Alba

The sun is rising, my love;
The sun is rising over the world.
The golden sweetness high above
Will be by brightest noon,
Banishing the moon.

The sun is rising, my lady;
The sun is rising over the hills.
In the forests secret-shady,
The birds still lie in their nests,
Taking their love-rests.

The sun is rising, my love;
The sun is rising over the world.
As mated pair of dove and dove,
We still lie in our silken bed,
Head to sweet head.

The sun is rising, my lady;
The sun is rising over the hills.
In our happiness deep and shady,
We lie in our love of light,
Rescued from the night.

The sun is rising, my love;
The sun is rising over the world.
Though there is much I know not of,
I know I most love thee;
And thou, love me!