Текст песни Enchantment - Summer For The Dames
Enchantment - Summer For The Dames слова песни
Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetryWretchedness leaves my eyes desiredAs labouring claims those golden hairsCome appetise my tongue to heavenly moisturesDo lend a breast to gaze uponHave in summers past all pleasuresOr be them winded in my forehead (fill your dowry needs)Sleepless (the sound of crashing waves)Make thyself aroused to a flood of tearsIn streaks of day, when owls do cryAnd fables tread the primrose pathAll that bares in fruitSits under the bough that blossomsCoral lips with a pleasing taleTouches as a flower with frostHave like twenty kisses and bide where the billows spokeHarrow me up with glutton lips, make good the yeastEndeaver thyself as a whoreThen I`ll take towards no pityO sweet dames like infants of the spring