@migu music@

if floods of tears could cleanse my follies past,

and smokes of sighs might sacrifice for sin,

if groaning cries might salve my fault at last,

or endless moan, for error pardon win,

then would i cry, weep, sigh, and ever moan,

mine errors, faults, sins, follies, past and gone.

then would i cry, weep, sigh, and ever moan,

mine errors, faults, sins, follies, past and gone.

i see my hopes must wither in their bud,

i see my favours are no lasting flow'rs

i see that words will breed no better good,

than loss of time and light'ning but at hours,

thus when i see, then thus i say therefore,

that favours, hopes and words, can blind no more.

thus when i see, then thus i say therefore,

that favours, hopes and words, can blind no more.