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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JOHN DOWLAND lyrics