Colin Firth & Rupert Everett Lady Come Down Lyrics

Rupert Everett and Algy, Colin Firth as Jack)

Rupert: After you dear boy.
Colin: Oh no after you.
Rupert: No, no, no, do go first I'm not really good at the high bits.
I'm much better low.
Colin: Oh we'll see... Hm hm hm hmm
Rupert: 1 2. and!

Colin: The western wind is blowing fair
Across the dark Aegean Sea
Rupert: And at the secret marble stair
My Tyrian galley waits for thee

Together: Come down, the purple sail is spread
The watchman sleeps within the town
Oh leave thy lily flowerbed
Oh lady mine, come down

(Chorus:)
Together: Come down
Lady come down
Come down
Lady come down,
Oh Lady come down

She will not come I know her well
Of lover's vows she hath no care
And little good a man can tell
Of one so cruel and so fair

Colin: True love is but a woman's toy
They never know their lover's pain
Rupert: And I who loved as loves a boy
Must love in vain
Together: Must love in vain

Come down
Lady come down
Come down
Lady come down

Colin: I think your high notes may have damaged our chances old boy.
You do want them to come down don't you?
Rupert: Well she is never gonna come down if you're singing like
that. You're completely out of tune
Colin: How dare you
Rupert: I'll take this bit
Colin: you leave this to me. You go lie down around
Rupert: no I'll take this bit
Colin: out of my way I'm coming through
Rupert: go easy, my dear fellow

Come down
Lady come down (Rupert: Jack, you're messing it more) __
Come down
Lady come down

Colin: That wasn't so bad, was it?
Hmmmmhmhhhhmmmmm
Rupert: They're not gonna come down.
D'you think we should go up?
Maybe we should go up.
Colin: Algy you're always talking nonsense.
Rupert: Well it's better than listening to it
Colin: Lady come down
Rupert: Doo bee doo bee doo bee doo bee doo

Original poem "Serenade":
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The western wind is blowing fair
Across the dark aegean sea,
And at the secret marble stair
My Tyrian galley waits for thee.
Come down! the purple sail is spread,
The watchman sleeps within the town,
O leave thy lily-flowered bed,
O Lady mine come down, come down!

She will not come, I know her well,
Of lover's vows she hath no care,
And little good a man can tell
Of one so cruel and so fair.
True love is but a woman's toy,
They never know the lover's pain,
And I who loved as loves a boy
Must love in vain, must love in vain.

O noble pilot tell me true
Is that the sheen of golden hair?
Or is it but the tangled dew
That binds the passion-flowers there?
Good sailor come and tell me now
Is that my Lady's lily hand?
Or is it but the gleaming prow,
Or is it but the silver sand?

No! no! 'tis not the tangled dew,
'Tis not the silver-fretted sand,
It is my own dear Lady true
With golden hair and lily hand!
O noble pilot steer for Troy,
Good sailor ply the labouring oar,
This is the Queen of life and joy
Whom we must bear from Grecian shore!

The waning sky grows faint and blue,
It wants an hour still of day,
Aboard! aboard! my gallant crew,
O Lady mine away! away!
O noble pilot steer for Troy,
Good sailor ply the labouring oar,
O loved as only loves a boy!
O loved for ever evermore!