Lyrics

Among the leaves the small birds sing; The crow of the cock commands awaking: In solitude, forcompany. Brightshines the sunon creatures mortal; Men of their neighboursbecome sensible: In solitude, for company. The crow of the cock commands awaking; Already the mass-bell goes dong-ding: In solitude, for company. Men of their neighbours become sensible; God bless the Realm, God bless the People: In solitude, for company. Already the mass-bell goes dong-ding; The dripping mill-wheel is again turning: In solitude, for company. God bless the Realm, God bless the People; God bless this green world temporal: In solitude, for company. The dripping mill-wheel is again turning; Among the leaves the small birds sing: In solitude, for company.