Lyrics: 威廉·莎士比亚
Music: Roger Quilter
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