I've been awaiting
Trying not to be a hating
Getting up early coming home late in
The evening time
Making hay
The day has been lazing
Like grasses have been weighting
Down with their heavy heads
Sleeping in their way
Seeds lie a slating
Flowers bloom the grating
I am far from hating
The loving time of day
Maidens go a milking
Silk worms are a silking
Up mothers stay a sewing
Making piecework pay
Fathers are a binding
To their leathers minding
Uppers they're a lasting
Lasting out the day
But still the flowers
Start a wilting
Beds lie a quilting
Babes in cots a milking
Crying night and day
Roses sweetly smelling
Trees once stood now a felling
Falling in the forests
Where the Ashes had their day
And as I go a walking
Hear the chickens squawking
All the bees are swarming
In the warming light of day
