It's up in the morning and on the downs  Little white clouds like gambolling lambs  And I am breathless over you  And the red-breasted robin beats his wings  His throat it trembles when he sings  For he is helpless before you  The happy hooded bluebells bow  And bend their heads all a-down  Heavied by the early morning dew  At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook  The fishes leap up to take a look  For they are breathless over you  Still your hands  And still your heart  For still your face comes shining through  And all the morning glows anew  Still your mind  Still your soul  For still, the fare of love is true  And I am breathless without you  The wind circles among the trees  And it bangs about the new-made leaves  For it is breathless without you  The fox chases the rabbit round  The rabbit hides beneath the ground  For he is defenceless without you  The sky of daytime dies away  And all the earthly things they stop to play  For we are all breathless without you  I listen to my juddering bones  The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs  And I am breathless without you  Still your hands  And still your heart  For still your face comes shining through  And all the morning glows anew  Still your soul  Still your mind  Still, the fire of love is true  And I am breathless without you