Sleeping
Michael Popp / Philipp Fil Groth / Jörgen Elofsson
Weep you no more sad fountains
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven's sun doth gently waste
But my sun's heavenly eyes
View not your weeping
That now lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies sleeping
Sleep is a reconciling
A rest that peace begets
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at even he sets?
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes
Melt not in weeping
While she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies sleeping