If Music Be The Food Of Love - Jette Rodendal
If music be the food of love
Sing on till I am fill'd with joy
For then my list'ning soul you move
For then my list'ning 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 the
So fierce the transports are they wound
And all my senses feasted are
And all my senses feasted are
Tho' 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