歌词
What then is love but mourning?
What desire but a self-burning?
Till she that hates doth love return
Thus I will mourn, thus will I sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Thus I will mourn, thus will I sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Beauty is but a blooming,
Youth in his glory entombing;
Time hath a while which none can stay,
So come away while I thus sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
So come away while I thus sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Summer in winter fadeth,
Gloomy night heav'nly light shadeth,
Like to the morn are Venus' flowers,
Such are her hours, then will I sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Such are her hours, then will I sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
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