Z 379 If music be the food of love [Neapolitan translation]

1. If music be the food of love

Sing on, sing on, sing on, sing on

Till I’m fill’d, am fill’d with joy

My listning soul you move, with pleasures

That can never cloy,

Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare

That you are music everywhere,

Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare

That you are music everywhere.

2. Pleasure invade both eye and ear

So fierce so fierce so fierce so fierce

the transports are they wound

and all my senses feasted are,

tho’ yet the treat is only sound.

Sure I most perish by your charms,

Unless you save me in your arms.

Sure I most perish by your charms,

Unless you save me in your arms.

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:Songs & Airs