Written by John Dowland, this song is from "Songs From the Labyrinth."
Clear or cloudy—sweet as April showers
Her face is complacent or frowning to me
Pleased or smiling like May in bloom
When skies blow like silk and meadows are carpeted in green.
She sounds like a night bird
Singing sweet yet jarring notes
She’s as lovely as a June day in bloom
When it’s at its loveliest
Her love is like a summer day
With few clouds—I cannot doubt her love.
She believes in me like rain and heat grace summer skies
She is gentle thunder—lightning to my eyes.
Sweet seasons of growth
Bringing weeds among fruit and flowers
Some by chance and some planted
I wish enough rain for your herbs and flowers and may the rain overlook the weeds so they die.
Written by John Dowland, this song is from "Songs From the Labyrinth."
Clear or cloudy—sweet as April showers Her face is complacent or frowning to me Pleased or smiling like May in bloom When skies blow like silk and meadows are carpeted in green. She sounds like a night bird Singing sweet yet jarring notes
She’s as lovely as a June day in bloom When it’s at its loveliest Her love is like a summer day With few clouds—I cannot doubt her love. She believes in me like rain and heat grace summer skies She is gentle thunder—lightning to my eyes.
Sweet seasons of growth Bringing weeds among fruit and flowers Some by chance and some planted I wish enough rain for your herbs and flowers and may the rain overlook the weeds so they die.