Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poulenc: Quatre motets pour le temps de Noël, FP 152: No. 1, O magnum mysterium , by - Robert Shaw. Release date: 21.08.2000
Song language: English
Poulenc: Quatre motets pour le temps de Noël, FP 152: No. 1, O magnum mysterium |
| What then is love but mourning? |
| What desire but a self-burning? |
| Till she that hates doth love return |
| Thus I will mourn, thus will I sing, |
| Come away, come away, my darling. |
| Beauty is but a blooming, |
| Youth in his glory entombing; |
| Time hath a while which none can stay, |
| So come away while I thus sing, |
| Come away, come away, my darling. |
| Summer in winter fadeth, |
| Gloomy night heav’nly light shadeth, |
| Like to the morn are Venus' flowers, |
| Such are her hours, then will I sing, |
| Come away, come away, my darling. |