Up in the Morning Early by Robert Burns Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west, The drift is driving sairly; Sae loud and shrill I hear the blast, I’m sure it’s winter fairly. 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 its winter fairly. 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. 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 its winter fairly.