Текст песни Let Us Garlands Bring, Op. 18 - Malcolm Martineau feat. Bryn Terfel

Come away, come away, death
And in sad cypress let me be laid
Fly away, fly away, breath
I am slain by a fair cruel maid
My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it!
My path of death, no one so true did share it
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My blue copse, where my bones shall be thrown
A thousand, thousand sighs too save
May mediocre sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there
Who is Silvia?
What is she that all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she
The heavens such grace did lend her that she might admired be
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness
Love doth to her eyes repair to help him of
His blindness, and being helped inhabits there
Then to Silvia let us sing, that Silvia is excelling
She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling
To her let us garlands bring
Fear no more the heat o' the sun, nor the furious winter's rages
Thou thy worldly task hast done...
And ta'en thy wages, Golden lads and girls
All must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust
Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's
Stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee
The read is as the oak, the scepter, learning
Physic, must all follow thee and come to dust
Fear no more the lightning-flash, nor the old dreaded thunder-storm
Fear not slander, censure, lash; Thou hast finished joy and morn
All lovers' yearning, all lovers' rest
Consign to thee, and come to dust
No exorciser harm thee, nor no witchcraft charm thee
Ghosts unlaid forbear thee; nothing ill can near thee
Quiet consummation have, and renown, and peace I pray
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear!
Your true love's coming that can sing both high and low
Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers'
Meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.What is love?
'Tis not hereafter
Present mirth, have present laughter
What's promis'd they'll unsure
In delay there lies no plenty
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty
Youth's a staff we'll not and you
It was a lover and his lass
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino
That o'er the green corn field did pass
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring
Between the acres of their rye
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino
These pretty country folks would lie
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring
This carol they began that hour
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino
How that life was but a flower
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring
And therefore take the present time
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino
For love is crowded with the prime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring