Flow My Tears
Come, heavy Sleep (1)
Come, Heavy Sleep (2)
If My Complaints
Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me
Go Crystal Tears
Dear, if you change
Rest awhile you cruel cares
Away with these Self-loving Lads
Sleep, wayward thoughts
My Thoughts Are Wing’d With Hopes
Fine knacks for ladies
From Fame’s desire
A shepherd in a shade his plaining made
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new,
Behold a wonder here!
By a fountain where I lay
Brown is my Love, but graceful
Sweet, stay awhile; why will you rise?
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall
Woefull heart, with grief oppressèd!
Toss not my soul, O Love, ’twixt hope and fear!
I saw my Lady weep
What poor astronomers are they
Vocalist - Susannah Wood, Lee Vogt
Poem Source: Lute Songs of John Dowland - Dover Publications - 1997
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