
Date of issue: 20.04.2015
Song language: English
The Peacefull Westerne Winde |
The peacefull westerne winde |
The winter stormes hath tam’d |
And nature in each kinde |
The kinde heat hath inflam’d |
The forward buds so sweetly breathe |
Out of their earthly bowers |
That heav’n which views their pompe beneath |
Would faine be deckt with flowers |
See how the morning smiles |
From her bright eastern hill |
And with soft steps beguiles |
Them that lie slumbring still |
The musicke-loving birds have come |
From cliffes and rockes unknowne; |
To see the trees and briers bloome |
That late were over-flowne |
What Saturne did destroy |
Loves Queen revives againe; |
And now her naked boy |
Doth in the fields remaine: |
Where he such pleasing change doth view |
In ev’ry living thing |
As if the world were born anew |
To gratifie the Spring |