Tune - "Cold Blows The Wind." Chorus. Up In The Morning'S No For Me, Up In The Morning Early; When A' The Hills Are Cover'D Wi' Snaw, I'm Sure It's Winter Fairly. I. Cauld Blaws The Wind Frae East To West, The Drift Is Driving Sairly; Sae Loud And Shill I Hear The Blast, I'm Sure It's Winter Fairly. Ii. The Birds Sit Chittering In The Thorn, A' Day They Fare But Sparely; And Lang'S The Night Frae E'En To Morn, I'm Sure It's Winter Fairly. Up In The Morning'S No For Me, Up In The Morning Early; When A' The Hills Are Cover'D Wi' Snaw, I'm Sure It's Winter Fairly.