The Merry Wives Of Windsor - Orpheus with His Lute lyrics

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. What did thy song bode, lady? Can you hear me sing? I will play the swan, And die in music. Hark, can you hear me? Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, k**ing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die. What did thy song bode, lady? Can you hear me sing? I will play the swan, And die in music. Hark, can you hear me? Her painted beauty to his verse, fair with his fair doth rehearse. With April's first, and all things rare. Let me, true in love, but write Any child, though not so bright As candles fixed in heaven's air What did thy song bode, lady? Can you hear me sing? I will play the swan, And die in music. Hark, can you hear me? If my muse do please these days, The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise. Worthy stand against thy sight. Give thy self the thanks, if aught in me For who cannot write to thee, Thou dost give invention light What did thy song bode, lady? Can you hear me sing? I will play the swan, And die in music. Hark, can you hear me? True concord of well-tuned sounds Sweetly chide who confounds Strikes each in each mutual ordering Sweet husband to another Loving child and happy mother All in one, one note do sing What did thy song bode, lady? Can you hear me sing? I will play the swan, And die in music. Hark, can you hear me? What did thy song bode, lady? Can you hear me sing? I will play the swan, And die in music. Hark, can you hear me?