20. Now the Earth, the Skies, the Ayre.

S O N G S

FOR THE LUTE VIOL
and Voice

I o h n D a n y e l

1606

20. Now the Earth, the Skies, the Ayre.

Now the earth, the skies, the aire,
And all things faire,
Seemes new borne thoughts t'infuse,
Whil'st the returning spring,
Ioyes each thing,
And blasted hopes renewes.
When onely I alone,
Left to mone,
Finde no times borne for mee.
No flowres, no Medow springs,
No Bird sings,
But notes of miserie.

S O N G S

FOR THE LUTE VIOL and Voice

I o h n D a n y e l

1606

20. Now the Earth, the Skies, the Ayre.

FOR THE LUTE VIOL
and Voice