Feste's Song 2 (Chris Dell)
- (Posted 2014-09-25) CPDL #33021: (Finale 2012)
- Editor: Chris Dell (submitted 2014-09-25). Score information: A4, 6 pages Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Original text and translations
Come away, come away, death,
and in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew.
Oh, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
my poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand, thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
sad true lover never find my grave
to weep there!