Up in the morning Robert Burns a song by Franco Tenelli

Up in the Morning Early Could blows the wind free east to west, The drift is driving swirly; Sae loud and shrill’s I hear the blast, I’m sure it’s winter fairly. Up in the morning’s not for me, Up in the morning early; When the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw, I’m sure its winter fairly. The birds sit chittering in the thorn, A’ day they fare but sparely; And Lang's the night frae e’en to morn, I’m sure it’s winter fairly. Up in the morning’s no for me, Up in the morning early; When a’ the hills are cover’d wi’ snaw, I’m sure its winter fairly. "Up in the morning" Robert Burns