Waiting for the Lark Lyrics

Sleep on child, it is not quite day
For the moon has still to set.
Oh the lark she will cry
And bring down the morning to where you lie.
But the lark has not risen yet.
Oh, the lark has not risen yet.
Sleep on child while the birds rest on
And the cow she sleeps in her stall.
Oh the meadow stands grey
In this dew-down moment before the day.
And waits for the lark to call.
And waits for the lark to call.
Sleep on child while the fields are still;
They wait for your father's hand.
But he will not go
And the sun will not shine and the c*** will not crow.
Til the lark cries over the land
Til the lark cries over the land.

Sleep on child and heed no sound
For your father may rise in the dark.
With his boots in his hand
Go drowsily down by the doorway to stand.
Waiting for the lark
Waiting for the lark.