Caleb Randall - Orpheus

Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring
Every thing that heard him play
Even the billows of the sea
Hung their heads, and then lay by
In sweet music is such art
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, fall asleep
Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Fall asleep
Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Fall asleep, or hearing die.

Written by:
MARIO CASTELNUOVO-TEDESCO, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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