《There is a garden in her face》歌词

[00:00:00] Written by：Thomas Campion

[00:00:02] There is a garden in her face

[00:00:08] Where roses and white lilies grow

[00:00:15] A heav'nly paradise is that place

[00:00:24] Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow

[00:00:31] There cherries grow which none may buy

[00:00:37] Till cherry ripe till cherry ripe till cherry ripe

[00:00:42] Till ripe ripe ripe till ripe till ripe themselves do cry

[00:00:54] Those cherries fairly do enclose

[00:01:00] Of orient pearl a double row

[00:01:07] Which when her lovely laughter shows

[00:01:14] They look like rose buds fill'd with snow

[00:01:23] Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy

[00:01:29] Till cherry ripe till cherry ripe till cherry ripe

[00:01:34] Cherry ripe ripe ripe till cherry ripe

[00:01:37] Cherry ripe themselves do cry

[00:01:46] Her eyes like angels watch them still

[00:01:53] Her brows like bended bows do stand

[00:02:01] Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill

[00:02:09] All that attempt with eye or hand

[00:02:17] Those sacred cherries to come nigh

[00:02:23] Till cherry ripe till cherry ripe till cherry ripe

[00:02:28] Cherry ripe ripe ripe cherry ripe cherry ripe themselves do cry