The Sky Is Clear, The Sun Is Bright; The Cows Are Red, The Sheep Are White; Trees In The Meadows Make Happy Shadows. Birds In The Hedge Are Perched And Sing; Swallows And Larks Are On The Wing: Two Merry Cuckoos Are Making Echoes. Bird And The Beast Have The Dew Yet; My Road Shines Dry, Theirs Bright And Wet: Death Gives No Warning, On This May Morning. I See No Christ Nailed On A Tree, Dying For Sin; No Sin I See: No Thoughts For Sadness, All Thoughts For Gladness.