作曲 : Anonymous
Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields
Woods, or steepy mountain yields
And we will sit upon rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull
Fair lined slippers for the cold
With buckles of the purest gold
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs
And if these pleasures may thee move
Come live with me, and be my love
The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning
If these delights thy mind may move
Then live with me and be my love
If all the world and love were young
And truth in every shepherd's tongue
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love
But time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold
When Philomel becometh dumb
The rest complains of cares to come
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields
A honey tongue, a heart of gall
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--
In folly ripe, in reason rotten
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds
Thy coral claps and somber studs
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love
But could youth last and love still breed
Had joys no date nor age no need
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Anonymous
[00:01.43]Come live with me and be my love
[00:06.83]And we will all the pleasures prove
[00:12.88]That valleys, groves, hills, and fields
[00:18.57]Woods, or steepy mountain yields
[00:25.22]And we will sit upon rocks
[00:30.79]And see the shepherds feed their flocks
[00:36.33]By shallow rivers to whose falls
[00:41.47]Melodious birds sing madrigals
[00:48.00]And I will make thee beds of roses
[00:53.29]And a thousand fragrant poises
[00:58.88]A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
[01:04.05]Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle
[01:10.59]A gown made of the finest wool
[01:16.12]Which from our pretty lambs we pull
[01:21.53]Fair lined slippers for the cold
[01:26.82]With buckles of the purest gold
[01:33.54]A belt of straw and ivy buds
[01:39.56]With coral clasps and amber studs
[01:45.42]And if these pleasures may thee move
[01:50.02]Come live with me, and be my love
[01:56.98]The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
[02:02.80]For thy delight each May morning
[02:08.15]If these delights thy mind may move
[02:13.07]Then live with me and be my love
[02:21.84]If all the world and love were young
[02:27.19]And truth in every shepherd's tongue
[02:32.53]These pretty pleasures might me move
[02:37.70]To live with thee and be thy love
[02:45.12]But time drives the flocks from field to fold
[02:50.65]When rivers rage and rocks grow cold
[02:56.50]When Philomel becometh dumb
[03:01.97]The rest complains of cares to come
[03:09.23]The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
[03:15.07]To wayward winter reckoning yields
[03:20.87]A honey tongue, a heart of gall
[03:26.59]Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall
[03:33.62]Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses
[03:39.47]Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
[03:44.94]Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--
[03:51.28]In folly ripe, in reason rotten
[03:57.36]Thy belt of straw and ivy buds
[04:03.02]Thy coral claps and somber studs
[04:08.43]All these in me no means can move
[04:13.79]To come to thee and be thy love
[04:21.12]But could youth last and love still breed
[04:26.97]Had joys no date nor age no need
[04:32.82]Then these delights my mind might move
[04:38.42]To live with thee and be thy love