Classic Poem

Tide's at full; the waves break white.
(Oh, up and away in the morning!)
Blue is the blown grass, red is the height;
Washed with the sun the sail shines white.
(Oh, up and away in the morning!)

Wide is the world in the laughing sun.
(Oh, up and away in the morning!)
Work's to be done and wealth's to be won
Ere a man turn home with the homing sun.
(Oh, up and away in the morning!)

Long is the heart's hope, long as the day.
(Oh, up and away in the morning!)
Heart has its will and hand has its way
Till the world rolls over and ends the day.
(Oh, up and away in the morning!)

It's home that we toil for all day long.
(Oh, up and away in the morning!)
Hand on the line and heart in the song,
The labour of love will not seem long.
(Oh, up and away in the morning!)