Letras

It fell on a sommers day
While sweete Bessie sleeping laie
In her bowre, on her bed
Light with curtaines shadowed
Iamy came, shee him spies
Opning halfe her heauie eyes
[Instrumental]
Iamy stole in through the dore
She lay slumbring as before
Softly to her he drew neere
She heard him, yet would not heare
Bessie vow'd not to speake
He resolu'd that dumpe to breake
[Instrumental]
First a soft kisse he doth take
She lay still, and would not wake
Then his hands learn'd to woo
She dreamp't not what he would doo
But still slept, while he smild
To see loue by sleepe beguild
[Instrumental]
Iamy then began to play
Bessie as one buried lay
Gladly still through this sleight
Deceiu'd in her owne deceit
And since this traunce begoon
She sleepes eu'rie afternoone
And since this traunce begoon
She sleepes eu'rie afternoone
Written by: Thomas Campion
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