what about Jean Ritchie's Early Fields?
as I went out o'er early fields I heard a song a borningI
it fell around me like the dew that washes off the morning
chorus
I love the pipes and I love the drum
I love the wild harp ringing
but there's naught on earth that can match the sound of one clear voice singing.

I have the score if anyone wants it the tune is fab and three more verses