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Rise up, my love, if you're still in bed lyingOpen the door that I might come and reclineBy my side, I've a bottle that I've brought for your motherAnd I hope she'll allow it that you shall be mineWhen I rise in the morning and look o'er the wayAnd I look at the place where I'll spend the long dayThe tears fall in streams down my two cheeks like rainAnd many's the time that I sigh for that maidIn the thick wooded glen I live there in lonelinessFrom Sunday to Sunday spending time on my ownThe coming and going I watch o'er the roadwayAnd nothing in this wide world will lift up my heartIsn't it great for the birds that rise up every morningAnd roost with each other on the same bush or sprayBut that's not how it is for both me and my true-loveFor it's far from each other that we rise every day Aus Songtexte Mania