Washed with the sun the sail shines white
(Oh, up and away in the morning).
Wide is the world in the laughing sun
(Oh, up and away in the morning).
Work’s to be done and wealth’s to be won
Ere a man turns home with the homing sun
(Oh, up and away in the morning).
Long is the heart’s hope, long as the day
(Oh, up and away in the morning).
Heart has its will and hand has its way