Live with me and be my love
Live with me, and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field
And all the craggy mountains yield
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals
There I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle;
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move
Then live with me, and be my love
If all the world and love were young
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love
If all the world and love were young
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love
