Mr and Mrs Smith and Mr Drake
To My Piano From Mr Drake
(From THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN by Andrew Marvell)How vainly men themselves amazeTo win the palm, the oak, or bays,And their uncessant labours seeCrown'd from some single herb or tree,Whose short and narrow-vergèd shadeDoes prudently their toils upbraid;While all the flowers and trees do closeTo weave the garlands of Repose.(Chorus)The rocks they raged so furiouslyWe clambered down to see the seaSend home thy long straight eyes to meWhich oh so long have dwelt on thee(From THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN by Andrew Marvell)What wondrous life is this I lead!Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vineUpon my mouth do crush their wine;(Adapted from THE MESSAGE by John Donne)Yet since they there have learned such ill,Such fored fashions may keep them stillSo send me back my heart and eyesLetras de cancionesThat I may know, and see thy lies(Chorus)The rocks they raged so furiouslyWe clambered down to see the seaSend home thy long straight eyes to meWhich oh so long have dwelt on thee
From Letras Mania