When morning stands on tiptoe

 

Verse 1

When morning stands on tiptoe 'twixt mountain and sky,
How sweet 'tis to follow the hounds in full cry!
The hounds in full cry,
The hounds in full cry,
How sweet 'tis to follow the hounds in full cry!

Verse 2

When the bright sparkling dew drops the meadows adorn,
How sweet 'tis to follow the echoing horn,
The echoing horn,
The echoing horn,
How sweet 'tis to follow the echoing horn,

Verse 3

But 'tis still greater pleasure when love leads the way,
Then in to pursue joys lighter than they,
Lighter than they,
Lighter than they,
Then in to pursue joys lighter than they,

Verse 4

Yet the joys are divine when, pursuing we find;
Then he's overtaken when the fair one proves kind,
The fair one proves kind,
The fair one proves kind,
Then he's overtaken when the fair one proves kind,