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