Full Lyrics
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.
Adieu, ye city pris'ning towers by Thomas Tomkins — Lyrics
Thomas Tomkins English Secular Madrigals Staff notation
