Come, Oh Come, My Beloved, Come,
My eyes are wells, my heart a thirst,
Beloved, come to me, come home.
My eyes are wells, my heart a thirst,
Beloved, come to me, come home.
My breath, it tangles, my pulse, it strays,
My breath, it tangles, my pulse, it strays,
A riddle blooms in myriad ways.
My soul implores, my heart calls out,
Come, Oh Come, My Beloved, Come, Come, Come.
The shadows of spring, they begin to fade,
The shadows of spring, they begin to fade,
Yet, in your path, my eyes are laid.
Lest beauty’s hues should disappear,
Come, Oh Come, My Beloved, Come, Come, Come.
My eyes are wells, my heart a thirst,
Beloved, come to me, come home.
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