歌词

In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow be
The roof despair to bar all cheerful light from me
The walls of marble black that moistened still shall weep
My music hellish jarring sounds to banish friendly sleep:
Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb
O, let me living die, till death do come
Written by: John Dowland
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...