Come away, death (Ralph Vaughan Williams)
- Editor: Christopher Downard (submitted 2022-07-29). Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 112 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 1909
Original text and translations
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, 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!