Üks päikeselise maihommiku traditsionaal, mille põhjal Bellowhead on teinud imekauni laulu "One May Morning Early".    One May morning early I chanced for to roam  And strode through the fields by the side of  the grove  It was there that I heard the harmless birds sing  And you never heard so sweet  You ne'er heard so sweet  You ne'er heard so sweet as the birds in the spring    At the end of the grove I sat myself down  And the song of the nightingale echoed all around  Their song was so charming, their notes were so clear  No music, no songster  No music, no songster  No music, no songster with them can compare    All you that come here, the small  birds to hear  I'll have you pay 'ttention so pray all draw near  And when you're growing old, you'll have this to say  That you never heard so sweet  You ne'er heard so sweet  You ne'er heard so sweet as the birds on the spray