Biography:
John Dowland (1563–1626) was an English, possibly Irish-born, composer, singer, and lutenist.
Very little is known of Dowland's early life, but it is generally thought he was born in London, or possibly Dublin. It is known that he went to Paris in 1580 where he was in service to the ambassador to the French court. He became a Roman Catholic at this time, which he claimed led to his not being offered a post at Elizabeth I's Protestant court. (However, he had told nobody of his conversion.
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Verse 1:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Am G D
Thy graces that refrain
G A D
To do me due delight,
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
G C D Am C D G
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
G C D Am C D G
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
Verse 2:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Am G D
Through thy un-kind disdain;
G A D
For now left and forlorn
G Am Bm C D G Am
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
G C D Am C D G
In deadly pain and endless misery.
G Am Bm C D G Am
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
G C D Am C D G
In deadly pain and endless misery.
Verse 3:
G C G Am7 D7 G
All the day the sun that lends me shine
Am G D
By frowns do cause me pine
G A D
And feeds me with delay;
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
G C D Am C D G
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
G C D Am C D G
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
Verse 4:
G C G Am7 D7 G
All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
Am G D
My eyes are full of streams.
G A D
My heart takes no delight
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
G C D Am C D G
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
G C D Am C D G
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
Verse 5:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Out alas, my faith is e - ver true,
Am G D
Yet will she never rue
G A D
Nor yield me any grace;
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
G C D Am C D G
Whom tears nor truth may o - nce invade.
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
G C D Am C D G
Whom tears nor truth may o - nce invade.
Verse 6:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
Am G D
Thou canst not pierce her heart;
G A D
For I, that do approve
G Am Bm C D G Am
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
G C D Am C D G
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
G Am Bm C D G Am
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
G C D Am C D G
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
G C G Am7 D7 G
Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Am G D
Thy graces that refrain
G A D
To do me due delight,
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
G C D Am C D G
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
G C D Am C D G
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
Verse 2:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Am G D
Through thy un-kind disdain;
G A D
For now left and forlorn
G Am Bm C D G Am
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
G C D Am C D G
In deadly pain and endless misery.
G Am Bm C D G Am
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
G C D Am C D G
In deadly pain and endless misery.
Verse 3:
G C G Am7 D7 G
All the day the sun that lends me shine
Am G D
By frowns do cause me pine
G A D
And feeds me with delay;
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
G C D Am C D G
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
G C D Am C D G
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
Verse 4:
G C G Am7 D7 G
All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
Am G D
My eyes are full of streams.
G A D
My heart takes no delight
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
G C D Am C D G
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
G Am Bm C D G Am
To see the fruits and joys that some do find
G C D Am C D G
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
Verse 5:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Out alas, my faith is e - ver true,
Am G D
Yet will she never rue
G A D
Nor yield me any grace;
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
G C D Am C D G
Whom tears nor truth may o - nce invade.
G Am Bm C D G Am
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
G C D Am C D G
Whom tears nor truth may o - nce invade.
Verse 6:
G C G Am7 D7 G
Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
Am G D
Thou canst not pierce her heart;
G A D
For I, that do approve
G Am Bm C D G Am
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
G C D Am C D G
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
G Am Bm C D G Am
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
G C D Am C D G
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
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