Full Lyrics
I am my beloved's
and his desire is towards me.
Come, my beloved,
let us go forth into the field,
let us lodge in the villages,
let us get up early in the vineyards,
let us see if the vine flourish,
whether the tender grape appear
and the pomegranates bud forth,
there I will give thee my love.
At our gates are all manner
of pleasant fruits new and old
which I have laid up for thee,
O my beloves, O my beloved.
