Текст песни Up with Me - Quatuor Laqué

Up with me! up with me into the clouds
For thy song, Lark, is strong
Up with me, up with me into the clouds
Singing, singing
With clouds and sky about thee ringing
Lift me, guide me till I find
That spot which seems so to thy mind!

I have walked through wildernesses dreary
And today my heart is weary
Had I now the wings of a Faery
Up to thee would I fly
There is madness about thee, and joy divine
In that song of thine
Lift me, guide me high and high
To thy banqueting-place in the sky

Joyous as morning
Thou art laughing and scorning
Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest
And, though little troubled with sloth
Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth
To be such a traveller as I
Happy, happy Liver
With a soul as strong as a mountain river
Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver
Joy and jollity be with us both!

Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven
Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind
Lift me, guide me till I find
That spot which seems so to thy mind!

Trideridilidiri, tridelirderidiri
(Do) Up
(Ré) With
Mi=Me!
Tridiri!