Martyn Bates - Go Seek Her Out Courteously | Текст песни

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Go seek her out courteously,
And say I come,
Wnd of spices whose song is ever
Epithalamium.
O, hurry over the dark lands
And run upon the sea
For seas and land shall not divide us
My love and me.

Now, wind, of your good courtesy
I pray you go,
And come into her little garden
And sing at her window;
Singing; The bridal wind is blowing
For Love is at his noon;
And soon will your true love be with you,
Soon, O soon.

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