作词 : John Dowland
作曲 : John Dowland
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end.
All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray’d;
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief;
All ye, whose hopes are evermore delay’d;
All ye, whose sighs or sickness wants relief;
Lend ears and tears to me, most hapless man,
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan.
Care that consumes the heart with inward pain,
Pain that presents sad care in outward view,
Both tyrant-like enforce me to complain;
But still in vain: for none my plaints will rue.
Tears, sighs and ceaseless cries alone I spend:
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end.
作词 : John Dowland
作曲 : John Dowland
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end.
All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betray’d;
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief;
All ye, whose hopes are evermore delay’d;
All ye, whose sighs or sickness wants relief;
Lend ears and tears to me, most hapless man,
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan.
Care that consumes the heart with inward pain,
Pain that presents sad care in outward view,
Both tyrant-like enforce me to complain;
But still in vain: for none my plaints will rue.
Tears, sighs and ceaseless cries alone I spend:
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end.