New World Renaissance Band - What Then Ys Love But Mourning | Текст песни

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What then ys love but mourning?
What desire but a self-burning?
Till she that hateth doth love return
Thus I wyll mourn, thus wyll I syng,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Beauty ys but a blooming,
Youth in his glory entombing;
Time hath a while which none can stay,
So come away while I thus syng,
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 wyll I syng,
Come away, come away, my darling.

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