The silver swan, who living had no note
When death approched, unlocked her silent throat
She leaned her breast against the reedy shore
She sung her first and last, and sung no more
Farewell all joys ! O death, come close my eyes
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise
When death approched, unlocked her silent throat
She leaned her breast against the reedy shore
She sung her first and last, and sung no more
Farewell all joys ! O death, come close my eyes
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise