Lyrics
flow my teares
john dowland, 1563-1626
flow my teares, fall from your springs
exilde forever, let me mourne
where night’s black bird, hir
sad infamy sings, there let mee live forlorne.
downe vaine nights, shine you no more no nights are dark enough for those
that in despaire, their lost fortuns deplore
light doth but shame disclose.
never may my woes be relieved,
since pitie is fled,
and tears, and sighes, and grones
my wearie days,
of all joyes have deprived
from the highest spire of contentment,
my fortune is throwne,
and feare, and griefe, and paine
for my deserts,
are my hopes since hope is gone.
harke you shadows that in darkness dwell
learn to contemne light.
happie, happie they that in hell
feele not the world’s despite.
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