The Song Called Trumpets Lyrics & Chords By Rose Consort Of Viols, The

The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small, And bees have stings, although they...read more

Time stands still with gazing on her face, stand still and gaze for minutes, houres and yeares, to her give place: All other things shall change, but shee remaines the same, till...read more

Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint, And wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart: And you: my tongue that makes my mouth a mint, And stamps my thoughts to coin them...read more

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no fruit...read more

Grow Old With You" I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad Carry you around when your arthritis is bad Oh all I wanna do is grow old with you I'll get your medicine when...read more