Producer: John Fraser
Lyrics: Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Music: Roger Quilter
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost, be lost in me.
Lead Vocals: Julius Drake
Piano: Julius Drake
Vocals: Ian Bostridge