Джон Уилбай - Softly O! drop mine eyes - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Softly, O! drop mine eyes, lest you be dry,
 And make my heart with grief to melt and die.
 Now pour out tears apace,
 Now stay, O heavy case!
 O sour sweet woe! 
 Alas! O grief! O joy! Why strive you so?
 Can griefs and joys at once in one poor heart consent?
 Then sigh and sing, rejoice, lament.
 Ah me! O passions strange and violent!
 Was never poor wretch so tormented:
 Nor joy, nor grief can make my heart contented.
 For while with joy I look on high,
 Down, down I fall with grief, and die.