Purcell H - My beloved spake

Henry Purcell (1659-1695)


Recorded on
30 April 2011


My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise, rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flow’rs appear, appear upon the earth;
And the time of the singing of birds is come.

And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

Rise, rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

My beloved is mine, and I am his.

Words Song of Solomon 2 vv. 10–13, 16


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