歌词：
Sting Songs From The Labyrinth

o'ercome her will Thy love will be thus fruitless ever Was I so base, that I might not aspire Unto those high joys which she holds from me? As

Come again! sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight, To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, With thee again in

In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be, The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me; The walls of marble black, that moist'ned

liberal of love. Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true. Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again, My trifles come as treasures from

thee? Farewell! Farewell! But yet or e'er I part, O cruel, Kiss me, sweet, kiss me, Sweet, sweet my jewel. Yet be thou mindfull ever, Heat from fire, fire from

Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring, Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee, Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring, When skies blew

: (John Dowland) Flow my teares fall from your springs, Exilde for ever: Let me morne Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, There let me live

: (John Dowland) [Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil...]

: (John Dowland) (Instrumental)