Fly This Place

Four days will steep themselves in night
Four nights will dream away the time
Then the moon like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven shall behold the night

Four days will steep themselves in night
Four nights will dream away the time
Then the moon like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven shall behold the night

How now, my love, why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast
For want of rain which I could ?
Then from the tempest of my eyes again

The course of true love never did run smooth
The course of true love never did run smooth
The course of true love never did run smooth
The course of true love never did run smooth
The course of true love never did run smooth
The course of true love never did run smooth

Come, love, let us fly this place
Come, love, let us fly this place
Come, love, let us fly this place
Come, love, let us fly this place
Come, love, let us fly this place
Come, love, let us fly this place