When dawn is early
Mist layering all
Flowers bursting
And robins call

The sun rises
And spreads its rays
To warm the moor
In the month of May

Songs of robins
Clear and sweet
Ring through the air
And clear out sleep

The flowers open
And bloom in glades
Suffused in scent
Of mist and haze

Layering mist
Covers the ground
Concealing all
The morning sound

When dawn is early
And the earth wakes
And clears the old
With the morning grace