Many are the jewels in my lady's crown Many are we subjects lined up As she is cast down And I, a faithless unbeliever Surprise myself to cry To find my lady fallen here This bright morning I call out to her mother, I call out to her love I call out to her father to come and take her on And all the ladies gone before Whose names I do not know But who bore my mothers brave and sweet Old bright mornings Go on, goodbye Go on, goodbye We are of this world short staying We are of this world long gone That I should write so sad a song For my lady who so loved to laugh The blue and white, the rising sun This bright morning