Ye sacred MusesW. ByrdYe sacred Muses, race of Jove,Whom Music's lore delighteth,Come down from crystal heav'ns aboveTo earth, where sorrow dwelleth,In mourning weeds, with tears in eyes:Tallis is dead, and Music dies.
← LibraryW. Byrd · songYe sacred Museslyrics: Anon.SourceEdition AEdition BAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongYe sacred Museslyrics: Anon.YejiːsacredsˈeɪkɹədMusesmjˈuːsɪz,raceɹˈeɪsofˈɒvJoved͡ʒəʊv,WhomhˈuːmMusicmjˈuːzɪk'slorelˈɔːdelighteth,Comekˈʌmdowndˈaʊnfromfɹˈɒmcrystalkɹˈɪstəlheav'nsɛnaboveəbˈʌvTotˈuːearthˈɜːθ,wherewˈeəsorrowsˈɒɹəʊdwelleth,Inˈɪnmourningmˈɔːnɪŋweedswˈiːdz,withwˈɪðtearstɪɹzinˈɪneyesˈaɪz:Tallistɑˈliːtisˈɪzdeaddˈɛd,andˈændMusicmjˈuːzɪkdiesdˈaɪz.