Gerald Finzi — Come away come away Death

Come away, come away, death And in sad cypress let me be laid Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid My shroud of white, stuck all with yew O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown A thousand thousand sighs to save Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there!