Из альбома: Lute Songs, Lute Solos (Alfred Deller feat. lute: Robert Spencer)

Come away , come sweet love
The golden morning breaks
All the earth, all the air,
Of love and pleasure speaks:
Teach thine arms then to embrace,
And sweet
Rosy
Lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss
Eyes were made for beauty's grace,
Viewing,
Rueing
Love's long pain
Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain

Come away , come sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his spere,
His fiery arrows casts:
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing,
Staying
In the grove,
To entertain the stealth of love
Thither sweet love let us hie,
Flying,
Dying
In desire,
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire

Come away , come sweet love,
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty's grace , that should rise,
Like to the naked morn:
Lilies on the river's side,
And fair
Cyprian
Flow'rs new-blown
Desire no beauties but their own
Ornament is nurse of pride,
Pleasure
Measure
Love's delight:
Haste then sweet love our wished flight

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