If music be the food of love (arr. Tippett/Bergmann)

If music be the food of love,
Sing on, sing on, sing on, sing on,
Till I am filled, am filled with joy;
For then my listening soul you move,
For then my listening soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music everywhere.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music everywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
So fierce, so fierce, so fierce, so fierce
The transports are, they wound,
And all my senses feasted are,
And all my senses feasted are,
Though yet the treat is only sound,
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Purcell, Margaret Laurie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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