Joy to the Person of My Love lyrics

Joy to the person of my love

Although she 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.

• Artist:Owain Phyfe