Oh Come With Old Khayyam

A “pop” song using for lyrics, poems from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.
here is a piano solo version of the song:

“O Come With Old Khayyam” lead sheet

 

Lyrics:

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the bough,

A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Ah! Love could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Sceme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits and then
Remold it nearer to the Heart’s desire!

Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

For ever dies, once has blown The Flower
that Life flies One thing is certain,
and the Rest is Lies;

Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise To talk;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

There was a Door to which I found no Key
There was a Veil past which I could not see
Some little Talk awhile of Me and Thee
There seemed and then no more of Thee and Me.

Ah, fill the Cup: what boots it to repeat
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
Unborn tomorrow, and dead Yesterday
Why fret about them if Today be sweet!

Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

And if the Wine you drink the Lip you press,
End in what All begins and ends in Yes;
Think then you are Today what Yesterday You were
Tomorrow you shall not be less.

For ever dies, once has blown The Flower
that Life flies One thing is certain,
and the Rest is Lies;

Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise To talk;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.