Lyrics Purcell: "If Music Be The Food Of Love", Z.379 - Emma Kirkby, Richard Campbell, Christopher Hogwood

Purcell: "If Music Be The Food Of Love", Z.379

sing on till I am fill’d with joy;
for then my list’ning soul you move
with pleasures that can never cloy,
your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
that you are music ev’rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
so fierce the transports are, they wound,
and all my senses feasted are,
tho' yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I must perish by your charms,
unless you save me in your arms.