I Hear My Beloved Sing

He is coming to visit and he is dashing 

as a young stag leaping upon the mountains, 

springing upon the hills, there he is,

Standing at the door, trying to peer through 

the window and peep through open corner

Alas, he speaks, Come my darling,  

my fair one, come with me, 

the winter has passed,

The rain is over and gone

The blossoms have appeared in the land

The time of singing has come, and the voice of 

the turtledove has been heard in the land,

O my precious, gentle dove, you have been 

Like a dove in the clefts of the mountain rocks,

In the hidden places along the mountain trails.

Now come out from the hidden places,

And let me see you, let me hear your voice, 

For your voice is sweet and you're as 

Gracefully beautiful as a dove in flight 

Against a soft blue sky.

My love what we have together,

It is a valuable treasure,

It is like a garden of the loveliest flowers,

And in the world, let us therefore promise 

Each other to catch any foxes that could spoil

Tis our beautiful garden, when now at long 

lasting our sweetest love on us blossoms.

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