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 Everything that heard him play Even the billows of the sea Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art: Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die
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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare
- Arthur Somervell
- John Fletcher