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《Dowland: Second Booke of Songes, 1600 - 10. O sweet woods》歌词

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Dowland: Second Booke of Songes, 1600 - 10. O sweet woods

[00:00:00] o sweet woods of delight of solitariness,

[00:00:10] o how much i do love your solitariness

[00:00:19] frome fame's desire, from love's delight, retir'd,

[00:00:29] in these sad groves an hermit's life i led,

[00:00:38] and those false pleasures which i once admir'd,

[00:00:48] with sad remembrance of my fall i dread,

[00:01:00] to birds, to trees, to earth, impart i this,

[00:01:12] for she less secret, and as senseless is.

[00:01:27] o sweet woods the delight of solitariness,

[00:01:36] o how much do i love your solitariness.

[00:01:46] experience which repentance only brings,

[00:01:55] doth bid me now my heart from love estrange,

[00:02:04] love is disdain'd when it doth look at kings,

[00:02:13] and love low-placed base and apt to change:

[00:02:25] their pow'r doth take from him is liberty,

[00:02:38] her want of worth makes him in cradle die.

[00:02:53] o sweet woods the delight of solitariness,

[00:03:02] o how much do i love your solitariness.

[00:03:11] you men that give false worship unto love,

[00:03:20] and seek that which you never shall obtain,

[00:03:28] the endless work of sisyphus you procure,

[00:03:38] whose end is this to know you strive in vain,

[00:03:50] hope and desire which now your idols be,

[00:04:02] you needs must lose and feel despair with me.

[00:04:17] o sweet woods the delight of solitariness,

[00:04:26] o how much do i love your solitariness.

[00:04:36] you woods in you the fairest nymphs have walk'd,

[00:04:45] nymphs at whose sight all hearts did yield to love,

[00:04:54] you woods in whom dear lovers oft have talk'd,

[00:05:04] how do you know a place of mourning prove,

[00:05:17] wanstead my mistress saith this is the doom,

[00:05:30] thou art love's childbed, nursery and tomb.

[00:05:44] o sweet woods the delight of solitariness,

[00:05:54] o how much do i love your solitariness.