Come Away
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 sphere his fiery arrows cast,
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.
Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis; Sancta Magdalena, ora pro nobis
Sancta Margarita, ah!
Can you hear this cry? The death bell now I hear ...
Let's return! Are you afraid?
Musical Motives by John Dowland (1562-1626) and Hector Berlioz (1803-1869)
Vocals: Elisabeth Warren
Arrangement, Instruments, Vocals and Production: Andreas Herrmann
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 sphere his fiery arrows cast,
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.
Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis; Sancta Magdalena, ora pro nobis
Sancta Margarita, ah!
Can you hear this cry? The death bell now I hear ...
Let's return! Are you afraid?
Musical Motives by John Dowland (1562-1626) and Hector Berlioz (1803-1869)
Vocals: Elisabeth Warren
Arrangement, Instruments, Vocals and Production: Andreas Herrmann