Fresh As A Sweet Sunday Morning-Bert Jansch

[00:19.40]Fresh as a sweet Sunday morning [00:26.36]Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing [00:35.53]Ah she's so full of life [00:39.51]Sparkling with tiny red roses [00:44.89] [00:57.68]Let there be music to please her [01:05.37]Let it be sunbright to light up her day [01:13.64]Let the moon light her night [01:17.28]And fill her with deep silent sleepiness [01:24.95] [01:35.71]If I were a small bird so tiny [01:42.83]I'd hide in her hair just to be near her [01:52.02]To hear her sweet voice [01:55.25]And feel her sweet body beside me [02:01.45] [02:13.54]And if I were a high lord with riches [02:20.81]I'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlands [02:29.80]I would shoe her in gold [02:33.61]Then invite her to sit at my table [02:39.90] [02:51.57]Step out young lady a dancing [02:58.72]To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing [03:07.32]For your beauty so rare [03:11.30]Is as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning [03:17.11]