Rise up, my love my fair one and come away
Rise up, my love, my fair one, 
and come way.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
the fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, love, my fair one, and come away.