Good mornin', Good mornin' You sleepy head, It's dawnin', Stop yawnin', Get out of that bed. Say, the air is soft as silk, It's time to get the mornin' milk, Come on wake up! Get up! Look at the grass Silver in the sun, Heavy with the dew, Look at the buds, You can almost see How they're breakin' through; Look at the birds Feedin' all their young In the sycamores, But you better get on With your mornin' chores. Just take a breath Of that newmown hay And the sugar cane; Looks like tonight There should be a moon Down in lover's lane. There you go daydreaming When it's time that you obeyed That sunrise serenade.