Bob Saul playing "Come Away, Death" (Opus 6, No. 1) by Roger Quilter; Sun, Dec 22, 2024 (Advent IV)

Come away, come away, death
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand, thousand sighs to save
Lay me, O where
My sad loved ones shall never find my grave