Thomas Tomkins - Adieu, ye city pris'ning towers - текст песни (слова)

Adieu, ye city pris'ning towers,
 Better are the country bowers.
 Winter is gone, the trees are springing,
 Birds on ev'ry hedge sit singing.
 Hark, how they chirp, come, love, delay not,
 come, come, sweet love, O, come and stay not.