Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winter rages;
Thou they worldly task is done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweeps, come to dust.
The septre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' th' great;
Thou are past the tyrant's stroke.
Care no more to cloth and eat;
To three the reed is as the oak.
The septre, learning, physic, must.
All follow this and come to dust.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
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Blessings
~Elizabeth
PS. The lyrics are from Shakespeare. Loreena put them to music. :)
We're singing this in my choir at the moment! :) Lorena's version is absolutely beautiful, although quite different to the more upbeat Philip Lane version we sing: http://bit.ly/HCheuc
ReplyDeleteMy favourite piece from the four we're doing is Come Away Death, from Twelfth Night: http://bit.ly/HtlbCW It's such a beautifully sad song. Shakespeare's lyrics are always beautiful, I find, regardless how they are interpreted :)
~Abby