Cat Power

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