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Traditional |
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Chorus: |
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Awake, awake oh northern wind |
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Blow on my garden fair |
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Let my lover come to me |
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And tell me of his care |
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For now the winter it is past |
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Likewise the drops of rain |
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Come lie in the valley of lilies |
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Midst the roses of the plain |
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He took me to a garden fair |
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And there he laid me down |
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His left hand lay beneath my head |
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His right did me surround |
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His eyes were palms by water brooks |
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His fingers rods of gold |
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His head upon my breast did lie |
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His love did me enfold |
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Her hair is like a flock of goats |
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Across the mountain side |
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Her breasts are like the grapes upon |
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The vine where I shall bide |
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Her mouth is sweeter far than vine |
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And warm to my embrace |
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No mountain side can hide my love |
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No veil conceal her face |
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My lover's hand was on the door |
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My belly stirred within |
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My fingers wet with myrrh |
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I pulled the bolt to let him in |
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With my own hands I opened |
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But I found I was alone |
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My soul failed for my lover had |
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Withdrawn himself and gone |
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I'll get me to a mount of myrrh |
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And there I'll lay me down |
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For waters cannot quench my love |
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In floods it cannot drown |
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My love is clear as the sun |
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She's fair as the moon |
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Oh stir not up nor waken love |
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Lest it should come to soon |
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Chorus |
