romantic song from john rutter, words by shakespeare

Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, and hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tounge
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love

And we will sit up on the rocks
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals

Time drives the flocks from fields to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold
And Philomel becometh dumb
The rest complains of cares to come

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand, and a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle

Come live with me and be my love...

The flowers do fade and wanton fields
To wayward winter reck'ning yields
A honey tounge, a heart of gall
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull
Fair lined slippers fort the cold
With buckles of the purest gold

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten
In folly ripe, in reason rotten

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love

If youth could last, and love still breed
Had joys no date, nor age no need
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love

Live with thee and be thy love...