Countenance

Rise up, my love, my fair one

And look the winter has passed

The days of rain are over

And the flowers appear at last

And cover the whole earth

The earth is filled again

See the figs begin to ripen

And the air is fragrant with vines

I'll stay here until the day rises

Until the shadows decline

In the clefts of the rock

In the hollows of the wall

May I see your countenance

Fairest of all

Let me hear your voice

For your voice is sweet

And your face is lovely

Come away with me