First Booke of Songes 1597:18. His golden locks-The Consort of Musicke/Anthony Rooley

[00:00.000] 作曲 : John Dowland [00:00.62]His golden locks Time hath to silver turned. [00:11.42]O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing: [00:19.98]His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, [00:28.06]But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing. [00:37.90]Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen; [00:47.77]Duty, faith, love are roots, and ever green. [00:57.94]Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen; [01:08.44]Duty, faith, love are roots, and ever green. [01:20.97]His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, [01:32.08]And lovers' sonnets turn to holy psalms. [01:40.21]A man at arms must now serve on his knees, [01:48.22]And feed on prayers which are Age's alms. [01:58.14]But though from Court to cottage he depart, [02:07.93]His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart. [02:18.26]But though from Court to cottage he depart, [02:28.12]His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart. [02:40.24]And when he saddest sits in homely cell, [02:51.90]He'll teach his swains this carol for a song: [03:00.17]Blest be the hearts that wish my Sov'reign well. [03:08.59]Curst be the soul that think her any wrong. [03:18.51]Goddess, allow this aged man his right [03:28.63]To be your beadsman now, that was your knight. [03:39.25]Goddess, allow this aged man his right [03:49.42]To be your beadsman now, that was your knight.