My Silks and Fine Arrays
Julie Covington Lyrics


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My silks and fine array
My smiles and languish′d air
By love are driv'n away
And mournful lean despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave
Such end true lovers have

His face is fair as heaven
When springing buds unfold
O why to him was′t given
Whose heart is wintry cold wintry cold

Bring me an axe and spade
Bring me a winding sheet
When I my grave have made
Let winds and tempests beat




Then down down I lay cold cold as clay
True love doth pass away

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song "My Silks and Fine Array" by Julie Covington describe the aftermath of a love gone wrong. The singer, who once wore luxurious clothes and smiled with a flirtatious air, now experiences deep sadness and despair. Instead of celebrating love and passion, the singer now contemplates death and burial. This is reflected in the line "brings me yew to deck my grave" which speaks to the traditional use of yew trees in graveyards.


In the second stanza, the singer contrasts their lover's fair face to his "wintry cold" heart. This juxtaposition highlights the pain and confusion that often results from unrequited love. The final stanza emphasizes the singer's desire for a peaceful death, even in the face of storms and tempests. The line "true love doth pass away" is a somber acknowledgement of the transitory nature of relationships, even ones that were once filled with love and passion.


Line by Line Meaning

My silks and fine array
My expensive clothing and accessories


My smiles and languish'd air
My coquettish demeanor


By love are driv'n away
Vanished due to lack of love


And mournful lean despair
Emptiness and sadness


Brings me yew to deck my grave
Resigned to a tragic end


Such end true lovers have
This is the fate of devoted people


His face is fair as heaven
His countenance is heavenly


When springing buds unfold
During the glory of springtime


O why to him was't given
Why did he get this face if he has a cold heart?


Whose heart is wintry cold wintry cold
Who has a frigid and unloving heart


Bring me an axe and spade
Give me tools to build my own grave


Bring me a winding sheet
Provide me with a burial shroud


When I my grave have made
When I've finished creating my grave


Let winds and tempests beat
Let harsh and violent elements assail me


Then down, down I lay cold, cold as clay
Then I lie down, very cold and lifeless


True love doth pass away
Genuine love fades and disappears




Writer(s): donald fraser

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