Come take your lute

Come take your lute, my love, and play

That tender strain of yesterday,

That list'ning, I may close my eyes

And deem my soul in paradise.

When as your fingers touch the strings,

I hear the sound of seraph wings,

And all the demons of the air

Take flight and to their shades repair.

Come take your lute, my love, and play

That tender strain of yesterday,

That list'ning, I may close my eyes

And deem my soul in paradise.