文本歌词

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal - Felicity Lott/Graham Johnson
Now sleeps the crimson petal now the white
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font
The fire fly wakens waken though with me
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up
And slips into the bosom of the lake
So fold thyself my dearest though and slip
Into my bosom and be lost
Be lost in me