WOEFUL HEART WITH GRIEF OPPRESSED 
(John Dowland)
Alice Babs - 1971


Woeful heart with grief oppressed 
since my fortune most distressed 
from my joys hath me removed 
Follow those sweet eyes adored 
those sweet eyes wherein are stored 
all my pleasures best beloved 

Fly, my breast, leave me forsaken 
Wherein grief his seat hath taken 
all his arrows through me darting 
Thou mayst live by her sunshining 
I shall suffer no more pining 
by thy loss than by her parting