Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Nymph , by - Winterfylleth. Song from the album The Hallowing Of Heirdom, in the genre Release date: 05.04.2018
Record label: Candlelight, Tanglade Ltd t
Song language: English
The Nymph |
| If all the world and love were young, |
| And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, |
| These pretty pleasures might me move, |
| To live with thee and be thy love. |
| Time drives the flocks from field to fold |
| When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, |
| And songs of birds becometh dumb; |
| The rest complains of cares to come. |
| Flowers fade and wanton fields |
| Wayward winter reckoning yields |
| Honey Tongue a heart of Gall |
| Sorrow’s Fall |
| Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds, |
| Thy coral clasps and amber studs, |
| All these in me no means can move |
| To come to thee and be thy love. |
| Flowers fade and wanton fields |
| Wayward winter reckoning yields |
| Honey Tongue a heart of Gall |
| Sorrow’s Fall |
| Could youth last and love still breed, |
| Had joys no date, nor age, nor need, |
| These delights my mind might move |
| To by thy love. |