The Gods have heard my vows

Lyrics

The Gods have heard my vows Fond Lyce whose fair brows Won't scorn with such disdain My love, my tears, my pain Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la But now those springtime roses Are turn'd to winter poses To rue and thyme and sage Fitting that shrivell'd age Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la Now youths with hot desire See that flameless fire Which erst your hearts so burn'd Quick into ashes turn'd Fa la la la la la fa la la la la la la la