Lyrics
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sang her first and last and sung no more:
Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
When death approached unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sang her first and last and sung no more:
Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
