Maddy Prior - Lark in the Morning lyrics

Lay still my fond shepherd and don't you rise yet It’s a fine dewy morning and besides, my love, it is wet Oh let it be wet my love and ever so cold I will rise, my fond Floro and away to my fold Oh no, my bright Floro, it is no such thing It's a bright sun a-shining and the lark is on the wing Oh the lark in the morning she rises from her nest And she mounts in the air with the dew around her breast And like a pretty ploughboy she'll whistle and sing And at night she will return to her own nest again When the ploughboy has done all hе’s got for to do He trips down to the meadows whеre the grass is all cut down