Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Robert Shaw
Robert Shaw
Dirección
Robert Shaw Festival Singers
Robert Shaw Festival Singers
Coro
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Francis Poulenc
Francis Poulenc
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Robert Woods
Robert Woods
Producción
Elaine Martone
Elaine Martone
Asistente de producción
Jack Renner
Jack Renner
Ingeniería de grabación
John Newton
John Newton
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Thomas Knab
Thomas Knab
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Erica Brenner
Erica Brenner
Ingeniería de edición

Letra

What then is love but mourning?
What desire but a self-burning?
Till she that hates doth love return
Thus I will mourn, thus will I sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Beauty is but a blooming,
Youth in his glory entombing;
Time hath a while which none can stay,
So come away while I thus sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Summer in winter fadeth,
Gloomy night heav'nly light shadeth,
Like to the morn are Venus' flowers,
Such are her hours, then will I sing,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Written by: Francis Poulenc
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