Dowland, John

United Kingdom
(1563 - 1626)

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Piano Sheet music ⮞ Piano solo ⮞ John Dowland

Come Again, Sweet Love doth Now Invite
First Book of Songs, no.17
John Dowland

Piano solo

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Composer	John Dowland (1563 - 1626)
Instrumentation	Piano solo
Style	Renaissance
Arranger Publisher	Heidtmann, Klaus (1952 - ) Follow this artist 64 Contact
Key	F major
Date	1597
Copyright	Copyright © Klaus Heidtmann
Alternative title	For a more detailed arrangement see https://www.free-scores.com/sheetmusic?p=acBKj1exGr
	Added by kheidtmann, 10 Apr 2020

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LYRICS
Come again, sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain to do me due delight
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

Come again, that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain for now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery

All the day the sun that lends me shine
By frowns do cause me pine and feeds me with delay
Her smiles, my springs that makes my joys to grow,
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.

All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams. My heart takes no delight
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
And mark the storms are me assign'd.

Out alas, my faith is ever true,
Yet will she never rue nor yield me any grace;
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
Whom tears nor truth may once invade.

Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
Thou canst not pierce her heart; For I, that do approve
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.

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