क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Shaw
Robert Shaw
Conductor
Robert Shaw Festival Singers
Robert Shaw Festival Singers
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francis Poulenc
Francis Poulenc
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Woods
Robert Woods
Producer
Elaine Martone
Elaine Martone
Assistant Producer
Jack Renner
Jack Renner
Recording Engineer
John Newton
John Newton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Thomas Knab
Thomas Knab
Assistant Recording Engineer
Erica Brenner
Erica Brenner
Editing Engineer

गाने

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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