Z 630 The Indian Queen 1. Wake Quivera, Wake. lyrics

BOY:

Wake, Quivera, wake; our soft rest must cease,

and fly together with our country's peace;

No more must we sleep under plaintain shade,

Which neither heat could pierce nor cold invade;

Where bount'ous nature never feels decay,

And opening buds drive falling fruits away.

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:Henry Purcell, The Indian Queen.