Story Behind the Song
Another bed song... this time from around 1600. John Donne was always trying new ways to express his lust... now he's poking fun at the sun... his whole world is in the bed with his lover.
The arrangement is centered on the four part vocal lines - accompaniment is minimal... still, I'd love to do a lounge version.
Lyrics
Busy old fool, unruly sun
Why do you think you must
Through windows call on us
Why should lovers to your motions run
Saucy pedantic wretch
Go chide late schoolboys,
Sour apprentices,
Go tell the men that the king will ride
Love knows no season
Love never knows the clime
Love knows no days, no hours, no minutes
Which are just the rags of time.
Your beams, so strong
Is that what you think
I could eclipse and cloud them all
With just one wink,
But I'd lose the sight of my love for too long
Oh sun, look round the world
Doesn't the finest jewell
Lie here today
Isn't it true
All kings, all things in one bed lay
He is all states, all princes I
Nothing else can exist
All sham compared to this
Aren't you happy
Sun it's plain to see
The whole world's contracted thus,
So do your duty
Let your light in here
Warm the whole world by just warming us
Shine, you'll be everywhere
If you just shine in here
Shine and you'll know
This bed's your centre,
And these walls will be your sphere
Shine and you'll know
This bed's your centre,
And this world, it all lies here
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