Fade, tender lily,
 Fade, O crimson rose,
Fade every flower,
 Sweetest flower that blows.
 
Go, Chilly autumn,
 Come, O winter cold;
Let the green stalks die away
 Into common mould.
 
Birth follows hard on death,
 Life on withering;
Hasten, we will come the sooner
 Back to pleasant spring.