The King's Consort - Purcell: If music be the food of love | Текст песни

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If music be the food of love,
(sing on) (4)
till I am fill’d with joy;
(for then my list’ning soul you move) (2)
with pleasures that can never cloy,
(your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
that you are music ev’rywhere) (2)

Stealing and giving odour!

Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
(so fierce) (4)
the transports are, they wound,
(and all my senses feasted are) (2),
tho’ yet the treat is only sound.
(Sure I must perish by your charms,
unless you save me in your arms) (2)

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