Traditional Chorus: Awake, awake oh northern wind Blow on my garden fair Let my lover come to me And tell me of his care For now the winter it is past Likewise the drops of rain Come lie in the valley of lilies Midst the roses of the plain He took me to a garden fair And there he laid me down His left hand lay beneath my head His right did me surround His eyes were palms by water brooks His fingers rods of gold His head upon my breast did lie His love did me enfold Her hair is like a flock of goats Across the mountain side Her breasts are like the grapes upon The vine where I shall bide Her mouth is sweeter far than vine And warm to my embrace No mountain side can hide my love No veil conceal her face My lover's hand was on the door My belly stirred within My fingers wet with myrrh I pulled the bolt to let him in With my own hands I opened But I found I was alone My soul failed for my lover had Withdrawn himself and gone I'll get me to a mount of myrrh And there I'll lay me down For waters cannot quench my love In floods it cannot drown My love is clear as the sun She's fair as the moon Oh stir not up nor waken love Lest it should come to soon Chorus