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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-11-17).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 29 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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  • CPDL #05478:  Network.png PDF, MIDI and Capella 4 files available.
Editor: Ulrich Alpers (submitted 2003-08-18).   Score information: A4   Copyright: Personal
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  • CPDL #02851:  Network.png PDF, MIDI and ABC files available.
Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2001-07-17).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 87 kB   Copyright: GnuGPL
Edition notes: in partbook format.

General Information

Title: Come away, come sweet love
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularLute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: The First Booke of Songs or Ayres (1597), no.11

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Original text and translations

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Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air
of love and pleasure speaks:
Teach thine arms to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss,
Eyes were made for beauty's grace,
Viewing, rueing love's long pain
Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain.

Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
his fiery arrows casts,
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing, Staying in the grove
To entertain the stealth of love.
Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
Flying, dying in desire
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire.

Come away, come sweet love,
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty's grace, that should rise
like to the naked morn.
Lilies on the riverside
And the fair Cyprian flow'rs newblown
Desire no beauties but their own,
Ornament is nurse of pride,
Pleasure, measure love's delight.
Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight!