I have a memory of a morning at Pinewoods where a group rose up early and walked around singing an early wake up call. I don’t remember the songs but this is one heard round camp over the years. (curse my lack of folk song knowledge and leaky brain)
The time passes over more cheerful and gay
Since we’ve learnt a new act to drive sorrows away
Sorrows away, sorrows away, sorrows away
Since we’ve learnt a new act to drive sorrows away.Bright Phoebe awakes so high in the sky
With her red rosy cheeks and her sparkaling eye
Sparkaling eye, sparkaling eye, sparkaling eye
With her red rosy cheeks and her sparkaling eye.If you ask for my credit you’ll find I have none
With my bottle and friends you will find me at home
Find me at home, find me at home, find me at home
With my bottle and friends you will find me at home.Although I’m not rich and although I’m not poor
I’m as happy as those that’s got thousands or more
Thousands or more, thousands or more, thousands or more
I’m as happy as those that’s got thousands or more.
traditional, lyrics courtesy folkinfo.org
