Sullivan Arthur (sing D.Daniels, words W.Shakespeare) - Orpheus with his lute | Текст песни

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• Sullivan Arthur (sing D.Daniels, words W.Shakespeare)
• Orpheus with his lute

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Orpheus with his lute, with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing.
Orpheus with his lute, with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing.
Bow themselves when he did sing.
To his music plants and flow'rs
Ever sprung as sun and show'rs
There had made a lasting spring.

To his music plants and flow'rs
Ever sprung as sun and show'rs
There had made a lasting spring.

Ev'ry thing that heard him play
Ev'n the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads and then lay by,
Hung their heads and then lay by,

In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart,
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart,
Fall asleep, or hearing die,
Fall asleep, or hearing die.