歌曲 | Fortune My Foe |
歌手 | Akercocke |
专辑 | The Goat of Mendes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me? | |
And will thy favors never lighter be? | |
Wilt thou, | |
I say, forever breed my pain? | |
And wilt thou not restore my joys again? | |
In vain I sigh, in vain | |
I wail and weep, | |
In vain my eyes refrain from quiet sleep; | |
In vain I shed my tears both night and day; | |
In vain my love my sorrows do bewray. | |
Then will | |
I leave my love in | |
Fortune's hands, | |
My dearest love, in most unconstant bands, | |
And only serve the sorrows due to me: | |
Sorrow, hereafter, thou shalt my | |
Mistress be. | |
Ah, silly | |
Soul art thou so sore afraid? | |
Mourn not, my dear, nor be not so dismayed. | |
Fortune cannot, with all her power and skill, | |
Enforce my heart to think thee any ill. | |
Live thou in bliss, and banish death to | |
Hell; All careful thoughts see thou from thee expel: | |
As thou dost wish, thy love agrees to be. | |
For proof thereof, behold, | |
I come to thee. | |
Die not in fear, not live in discontent; | |
Be thou not slain where blood was never meant; | |
Revive again: to faint thou hast no need. | |
The less afraid, the better thou shalt speed. |
Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me? | |
And will thy favors never lighter be? | |
Wilt thou, | |
I say, forever breed my pain? | |
And wilt thou not restore my joys again? | |
In vain I sigh, in vain | |
I wail and weep, | |
In vain my eyes refrain from quiet sleep | |
In vain I shed my tears both night and day | |
In vain my love my sorrows do bewray. | |
Then will | |
I leave my love in | |
Fortune' s hands, | |
My dearest love, in most unconstant bands, | |
And only serve the sorrows due to me: | |
Sorrow, hereafter, thou shalt my | |
Mistress be. | |
Ah, silly | |
Soul art thou so sore afraid? | |
Mourn not, my dear, nor be not so dismayed. | |
Fortune cannot, with all her power and skill, | |
Enforce my heart to think thee any ill. | |
Live thou in bliss, and banish death to | |
Hell All careful thoughts see thou from thee expel: | |
As thou dost wish, thy love agrees to be. | |
For proof thereof, behold, | |
I come to thee. | |
Die not in fear, not live in discontent | |
Be thou not slain where blood was never meant | |
Revive again: to faint thou hast no need. | |
The less afraid, the better thou shalt speed. |
Fortune, my foe, why dost thou frown on me? | |
And will thy favors never lighter be? | |
Wilt thou, | |
I say, forever breed my pain? | |
And wilt thou not restore my joys again? | |
In vain I sigh, in vain | |
I wail and weep, | |
In vain my eyes refrain from quiet sleep | |
In vain I shed my tears both night and day | |
In vain my love my sorrows do bewray. | |
Then will | |
I leave my love in | |
Fortune' s hands, | |
My dearest love, in most unconstant bands, | |
And only serve the sorrows due to me: | |
Sorrow, hereafter, thou shalt my | |
Mistress be. | |
Ah, silly | |
Soul art thou so sore afraid? | |
Mourn not, my dear, nor be not so dismayed. | |
Fortune cannot, with all her power and skill, | |
Enforce my heart to think thee any ill. | |
Live thou in bliss, and banish death to | |
Hell All careful thoughts see thou from thee expel: | |
As thou dost wish, thy love agrees to be. | |
For proof thereof, behold, | |
I come to thee. | |
Die not in fear, not live in discontent | |
Be thou not slain where blood was never meant | |
Revive again: to faint thou hast no need. | |
The less afraid, the better thou shalt speed. |