Come to me my sweetest love,
All the world is weeping.
Come to me my dearest love,
Amidst the sorrow seeping.
Amiss, astray, the world has run-
An unkempt garden aching.
The greying sky, the sinking sun,
Begotton blooming blossoms breaking.
My love amidst the bedlam lies,
With dew and sorrow laden.
Beneath the crestless clouded sky,
In beauty grows this fairest maiden.
Come along, come along my love,
Upon midnight's frosted fields.
Scattered stars and lonesome song,
December's moonlight waking wields.
O fairest love, O lady sweet,
Let us flee this woeful weeping.
To where the sun's great goldem seat,
Cradles dreams for safest keeping.
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