Joy To The Person Of My Love Lyrics & Chords By Owain Phyfe

Joy to the person of my love
Although she doth me distain.
Fixt are my thoughts and may not move
And yet I love in vain.
Shall I lose the sight of my joy and heart's delight?
Or shall I cease my sute?
Shall I strive to touch?
Oh, no, it were too much;
She is forbidden fruit.
Oh, woe is me, that ever I did see
The beauty that did me bewitch.
Yet, our alace! I must forgo that face
The tresour I esteem'd so much.

A thousand good fortuns fall to her share
Although she hath rejected me
And fill'd my sad heart full of despaire
Yet ever shall I constant be.
For she is the Dame that my tongue shall ever name
Fair branch of modestie.
Choise of heart and mind,
Oh, were she half so kind
Then would she pitie me.
Sweet, turn at last, be kind as thou art chast
And let me in thy bosom dwell.
Then shall we gain the pleasur of love's pain.
Till then, my deirest deir, farewell.