My heart, it was that woke me,

With a clatter and a shout.

And I dressed as for a fire,

In my hurry to be out.

I tried my best to wake you.

I kissed you on the ear,

And pulled your nose and called you,

But you wouldn't even hear.

I raced around the corner,

And headed for the hill.

A colt could run no faster,

But the sun was faster still.

For he'd gotten there before me,

And had launched the clouds abreast

On seas of green and amber

For their journey to the west.

When I came back to breakfast

There was laughter in your glance.

You didn't know, since sun-up

That I'd been across to France.

When I came back to breakfast

There was question in your glance.

In the morning in the springtime

I had been across to France.

When I came back to breakfast

And the question in your glance,

I said only that since sun-up

I'd been across to France.

It was spring and it was morning

And I'd been across to France

It was springtime in the morning

When I came back to breakfast

There was question in your glance.

It was springtime in the m