Lyrics of Aoede - Theatre Of Tragedy

Parch'd of words, parch'd of lauds
Lorn and tynéd fro my wame
'Seech I more perforce indeed
Lap I of thee: Thou art want

With dulcet gust thine floret
Which I yet would not do
Pray I thee for thine avail
Lave me in it; I want more!

For my loe, not be adust

Come see as the wind: Chant
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aœde
Come see as the wind: Chant
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aœde

As of lote - upon thee dote
Lowing 'tis, true forsooth
Tisn't a tongue, nay merely mote
Thou art grandly mae than couth'
Eft and e'er doth it eke
I am what I do behold

For my loe, not be adust

Come see as the wind: Chant
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aœde
Come see as the wind: Chant
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aœde