Sting - The Journey And The Labyrith [video] (2007) by Sting (보컬) on maniadb.com

Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight

To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy

Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain
For now left and forlorn

I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery

All the day the sun that lends me shine
By frowns doth cause me pine
And feeds me with delay

Her smiles, my springs
That makes my joy to grow
Her frowns the winter of my woe

Her smiles, my springs
That makes my joy to grow
Her frowns the winter of my woe

All the night my sleeps are full of dreams
My eyes are full of streams
My heart takes no delight

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?

No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand
Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dimmed
Cold love is like to words written on sand
Or to bubbles which on the water swim
Wilt thou be thus abused still
Seeing that she will right thee never?
If thou cans't not o'ercome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever

Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
As they are high, so high is my desire
If she this deny, what can granted be?

If she will yield to that which Reason is
It is Reason's will that Love should be just
Dear, make me happy still by granting this
Or cut off delays if that I die must
Better a thousand times to die
Than for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented

Better a thousand times to die
Than for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented

The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat
The slender hairs cast shadows
Through but small
And bees have stings, although they be not great
Seas have their source
And so have shallow springs
And love is love, in beggars and in kings

Seas have their source
And so have shallow springs
And love is love, in beggars and in kings

Where waters smoothest run
There deepest are the fords
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move

The firmest faith is found in fewest words
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love
True hearts have eyes, and ears
No tongues to speak
They hear, and see, and sign
And then they break

True hearts have eyes, and ears
No tongues to speak
They hear, and see, and sign
And then they break

Flow my teares fall from your springs
Exilde for ever: Let me morne
Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings
There let me live forlorne

Downe vaine lights shine you no more
No nights are dark enough for those
That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore
Light doth but shame disclose

Never may my woes be relieved
Since pittie is fled
And teares, and sighes, and grones
My wearie days
My wearie days of all joyes have deprived

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is throwne
And feare, and griefe, and paine
For my deserts
For my deserts are my hopes since hope is gone

Hark you shadowes that in darknesse dwell
Learn to contemne light
Happy happy that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite

Hark you shadowes that in darknesse dwell
Learn to contemne light
Happy happy that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite

Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring
Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee
Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring
When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee
Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth
Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth

Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth
Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth

Hir grace like June
When earth and trees bee trimde
In best attire of compleat beauties height

Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde
With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith

Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies
Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies

Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies
Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies

Sweet sommer spring
That breatheth life and growing
In weedes as into herbs and flowers

And sees of service divers sorts in sowing
Some haply seeming and some being yours
Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve
And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve

Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve
And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve

Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of snow
Before the soil hath smutched it?

Have you felt the wool of beaver,
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier,
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
So sweet is she!

O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
So sweet is she!

Weep you no more, sad fountains
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heav'n's sun doth gently waste

But my sun's heav'nly eyes
View not your weeping
That now lies sleeping
That now lies sleeping
Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping

Sleep is a reconciling
A rest that Peace begets
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at e'en he sets
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes

Melt not in weeping
While she lies sleeping
While she lies sleeping
Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping

Come heavy sleepe the image of true death
And close up these my weary weeping eyes
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath

And tears my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries
Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul
That living dies, that living dies, that living dies
Till thou on me be stoule

Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul
That living dies, that living dies, that living dies
Till thou on me be stoule

Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest
Allied to death, child to his blackfac'd night
Come thou and charme these rebels in my breast

Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright
O come sweet sleepe - come, or I die for ever
Come ere my last sleepe comes, or come never

In darkness let me dwell
The ground shall sorrow be

The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me
The walls of marble black
That moist'ned still shall weep

My music, my music
Hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep

Thus, wedded to my woes
And bedded to my tomb

O let me living die, o let me living die
Till death doth come, till death doth come
Till death doth come

In darkness let me dwell

Fine knacks for ladies
Cheap, choice, brave and new
Good pennyworths but money cannot move
I keep a fair but for the fair to view
A beggar may be liberal of love
Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true

The heart is true
The heart is true

Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again
My trifles come as treasures from my mind
It is a precious jewel to be plain
Sometimes in shell the Orient's pearls we find
Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain

Of me a grain
Of me a grain

Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain

Of me a grain
Of me a grain

Within this pack pins, points, laces and gloves
And divers toys fitting a country fair
But in my heart, where duty serves and loves
Turtles and twins, Court's brood, a heav'nly pair
Happy the man that thinks of no removes

Of no removes
Of no removes

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?

No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand
Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dimmed
Cold love is like to words written on sand
Or to bubbles which on the water swim
Wilt thou be thus abused still
Seeing that she will right thee never?
If thou cans't not o'ercome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever

Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
As they are high, so high is my desire
If she this deny, what can granted be?

If she will yield to that which Reason is
It is Reason's will that Love should be just
Dear, make me happy still by granting this
Or cut off delays if that I die must
Better a thousand times to die
Than for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented

Better a thousand times to die
Than for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented

Flow my teares fall from your springs
Exilde for ever: Let me morne
Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings
There let me live forlorne

Downe vaine lights shine you no more
No nights are dark enough for those
That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore
Light doth but shame disclose

Never may my woes be relieved
Since pittie is fled
And teares, and sighes, and grones
My wearie days
My wearie days of all joyes have deprived

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is throwne
And feare, and griefe, and paine
For my deserts
For my deserts are my hopes since hope is gone

Hark you shadowes that in darknesse dwell
Learn to contemne light
Happy happy that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite

Hark you shadowes that in darknesse dwell
Learn to contemne light
Happy happy that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite

The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat
The slender hairs cast shadows
Through but small
And bees have stings, although they be not great
Seas have their source
And so have shallow springs
And love is love, in beggars and in kings

Seas have their source
And so have shallow springs
And love is love, in beggars and in kings

Where waters smoothest run
There deepest are the fords
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move

The firmest faith is found in fewest words
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love
True hearts have eyes, and ears
No tongues to speak
They hear, and see, and sign
And then they break

True hearts have eyes, and ears
No tongues to speak
They hear, and see, and sign
And then they break

Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight

To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy

Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain
For now left and forlorn

I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery

All the day the sun that lends me shine
By frowns doth cause me pine
And feeds me with delay

Her smiles, my springs
That makes my joy to grow
Her frowns the winter of my woe

Her smiles, my springs
That makes my joy to grow
Her frowns the winter of my woe

All the night my sleeps are full of dreams
My eyes are full of streams
My heart takes no delight

Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of snow
Before the soil hath smutched it?

Have you felt the wool of beaver,
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier,
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
So sweet is she!

O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
So sweet is she!

In darkness let me dwell
The ground shall sorrow be

The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me
The walls of marble black
That moist'ned still shall weep

My music, my music
Hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep

Thus, wedded to my woes
And bedded to my tomb

O let me living die, o let me living die
Till death doth come, till death doth come
Till death doth come

In darkness let me dwell

Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair

I’ll send an SOS to the world
I’ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart

I’ll send an SOS to the world
I’ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle

Walked out this morning
Don’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home

I’ll send an SOS to the world
I’ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle