Come Away (Dowland 1597 XI
A lute song published in the year 1597 preformed solo on guitar while singing at the same time.
Elisha Zaporelostzi's first performances were the Open Stages put on by the Bytown Live in Ottawa Ontario, Canada. It is how Neil Young and Joni Mitchell started.
Phreap magazine is a one page thing that went around Ottawa in the 1980s. Now it is a web site;
http://home.att.ne.jp/blue/patchan
With the help of Joe-Charly Smith, Molly Ding, Calhoon-Fred Febealie, and Butter Jones I was able to put out Phreap magazine.
Story behind the song
This is just me singing along with the guitar and I only got as far as one verse of this short sweet song.
I flub it in parts and pay no attention to timing but it is closer to the real me, and how I would play, were a beautiful woman to happen upon me while I was playing, with the sheet music close. It is an intimate song and although my interpretation may not be the best I think there is room for different views to be brought to light since John Dowland is one of Englands greatest songwriters. This is one of 3 songs in Dowland s 1st booke that start with 'come'.
The lyrics are from Harald Lillmeyer site (from the 1613 printing of Dowland s booke) at;
www.harald-lillmeyer.kulturserver.de
Lyrics
XI. Come away, come sweet loue.
Come away, come sweet loue,
The golden morning breakes.
All the earth, all the ayre,
of loue and pleasure speakes:
Teach thine armes then to embrace,
And sweet rosie lips to kisse,
And mix our soules in mutuall blisse,
Eyes were made for beauties grace,
Viewing, ruing loues long pains,
Procur'd by beauties rude disdaine.
Come away, come sweet loue,
The golden morning wastes,
While the Sunne from his sphere,
his fiery arrowes casts :
Making all the shadowes flie,
Playing, staying in the groue,
To entertaine the stealth of loue.
Thither sweet loue let vs hie,
Flying, dying in desire,
Wingd with sweet hopes and heau'nly fire.
Come away, come sweet loue,
Doe not in vaine adorne
Beauties grace that should rise,
Like to the naked morne :
Lillies on the riuers side,
And faire Cyprian flowres new blowne,
Desire no beauties but their owne.
Ornament is nurse of pride,
Pleasure measure loues delight :
Haste then sweet loue our wished flight.
