Biografía:
John Dowland (1563 – 20 de febrero de 1626) fue un compositor y laudista inglés, uno de los músicos más famosos de su época.
Se conoce muy poco de la vida temprana de Dowland, pero generalmente se piensa que nació en Londres o posiblemente Dublín. Se sabe que en 1580 fue a París, donde trabajó al servicio del embajador de la corte francesa. Allí se convirtió al catolicismo y posiblemente trabajó hasta 1587. Después de buscar en vano un puesto en la corte protestante de Isabel I de Inglaterra
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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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