Lyrics

What thing is love but mourning what desire but a self burning
Till she that hates doth love return, thus will I mourne thus will I sing
Come away, come away my darling.
Beauty is but a blooming youth in his glory entombing
Time hath a wheel which none can stay
Then come away while thus I sing
Come away, come away my darling
Summer and winter fadeth gloomy night heavn's light shadeth
Like to the morn and venus floweres
Such are her hours while thus I sing
Come away, come way mty darling