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]
Am C F E
Flow my teares fall from your springs,
Am C Dm E
Exilde for ever: Let me morne
Am G E F E
Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings,
C F E Am
There let me live forlorne.
[Verse]
Am C F E
Downe vaine lights shine you no more,
Am C Dm E
No nights are dark enough for those
Am G E F E
That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore,
C F E Am
Light doth but shame disclose.
[Verse]
C F Dm C
Never may my woes be relieved,
Am E Dm Am
Since pittie is fled,
Dm F Am
And teares, and sighes, and grones
C G Dm F Am C Am F E
My wearie days, my wearie days, of all joyes have deprived.
[Verse]
C F Dm C
From the highest spire of contentment,
Am E Dm Am
My fortune is throwne,
Dm F Am
And feare, and griefe, and paine
C G Dm F Am C Am F E
For my deserts, For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone.
[Verse]
E Am Dm F E F E Am
Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell,
Dm C Dm Am E C G C
Learn to contemne light,
Am G Dm Am F Am E
Ha---ppy, ha---ppy, that in hell
C F E Am
Feele not the worlds despite.
[Verse]
E Am Dm F E F E Am
Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell,
Dm C Dm Am E C G C
Learn to contemne light,
Am G Dm Am F Am E
Ha---ppy, ha---ppy, that in hell
C F E Am Dm E Am
Feele not the worlds despite.
Am C F E
Flow my teares fall from your springs,
Am C Dm E
Exilde for ever: Let me morne
Am G E F E
Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings,
C F E Am
There let me live forlorne.
[Verse]
Am C F E
Downe vaine lights shine you no more,
Am C Dm E
No nights are dark enough for those
Am G E F E
That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore,
C F E Am
Light doth but shame disclose.
[Verse]
C F Dm C
Never may my woes be relieved,
Am E Dm Am
Since pittie is fled,
Dm F Am
And teares, and sighes, and grones
C G Dm F Am C Am F E
My wearie days, my wearie days, of all joyes have deprived.
[Verse]
C F Dm C
From the highest spire of contentment,
Am E Dm Am
My fortune is throwne,
Dm F Am
And feare, and griefe, and paine
C G Dm F Am C Am F E
For my deserts, For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone.
[Verse]
E Am Dm F E F E Am
Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell,
Dm C Dm Am E C G C
Learn to contemne light,
Am G Dm Am F Am E
Ha---ppy, ha---ppy, that in hell
C F E Am
Feele not the worlds despite.
[Verse]
E Am Dm F E F E Am
Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell,
Dm C Dm Am E C G C
Learn to contemne light,
Am G Dm Am F Am E
Ha---ppy, ha---ppy, that in hell
C F E Am Dm E Am
Feele not the worlds despite.
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