Song - John Renbourn
Written by：John Renbourn John Donne

Go and catch a falling star
Get with child a mandrake root
Tell me where all past years are
Or who cleft the devil's foot
Teach me to hear mermaids singing
And find off envy's stinging
And find, what wind
Serves to advance an honest mind

If thou be'st born to strange sights
Things invisible to see
Ride ten thousand days and nights
Till age snow white hairs on thee
Thou when thou return’st wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee
And swear, no where
Lives a woman true and fair

If thou find’st one, let me know
Such a pilgrimage were sweet
Yet do not I would not go
Though at next door we might meet
Though she were true, when you met her
And last, till you write your letter
She will be false
Ere I come to two or three