The Gentle Breeze of Amity

Verse 1: O hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies. Chorus: And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise. Verse 2: So too my longing heart herein Does sing of summer's part; 'Tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love alone Can kindle up the dark. Chorus: And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the heart, And blissful peace, and joy my dear, Shall never from us part: Arise, my heart. Chorus: And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the heart, And blissful peace, and joy my dear, Shall never from us part: Arise, my heart.