Praises to God

Dear little bird with your dainty fair bill
Sipping the water from each sparkling rill
With a dainty sweet grace to the giver on high
You lift your fair head from the earth to the sky
Then praises creep from your soul not asleep
In warbles of song your little hearts peep

A blue sky above set with jewels of light
A green earth believes you are full of delight
Do warble and sing, do warble and sing
That the beautiful air with praises will ring

Dear little bird with your tuneful lute
There's a little boy making a willow flute
And a little girl combing her auburn hair
Under the bough where you warble your prayer
They laughingly say God is not far away
They join in your praises, singing this lay.