In the fragrant buds of the morning - oh,
The grass waves flow gently into the distance under the breeze,
In the field where daisies grow,< /p>
I see my lover roaming slowly.
While we roamed happily,
We neither spoke nor laughed;
In the fragrant buds of the morning - oh,
p>I kissed my lover on both cheeks.
A skylark sings and soars from the earth,
A skylark sings from the clouds to the lower world,
In this field where daisies grow,< /p>
She and I were walking hand in hand.