Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother, Are you awake in the dark? Here we lie cosily, close to each other: Hark to the song of the lark "Waken!" the lark says, "waken and dress you; Put on your green coats and gay, Blue sky will shine on you, sunshine caress you Waken! 'tis morning 'tis May!" Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother, What kind of a flower will you be? I'll be a poppy all white, like my mother; Do be a poppy like me. What! You're a sunflower! How I shall miss you When you're grown golden and high! But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you; Little brown brother, good-bye.
