文本歌词

Now Sleeps The Crimson - John McCormack
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 firefly wakens waken thou with me
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up
And slips into the bosom of the lake
So fold thyself my dearest thou and slip
Into my bosom and be lost be lost in me