John Jeffreys - Drop, Drop Slow Tears

To Rate
Drop, drop, slow tears
And bathe those beauteous feet
Which brought from Heaven
The news and Prince of Peace:
Cease not, wet eyes
His mercy to entreat;
To cry for vengeance
Sin doth never cease
In your deep floods
Drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let His eye
See sin, but through my tears

Comments

More John Jeffreys lyrics

John Jeffreys - Passing By
There is a lady sweet and kind Was never face so pleas'd my mind; I did but see her passing by And yet i love her till i die Her gesture, motion, and her smiles Her

John Jeffreys - The Whin
Cruel and bright as the whin Is my love, my love And cold as the light on the linn The light of her eyes Free as the kestrel in air Is my love, my love And dark as

John Jeffreys - This Is the Weather the Cuckoo Likes
This is the weather the cuckoo likes And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale bills his best And they sit

John Jeffreys - A Lyke-Wake Dirge
This ae nighte, this ae nighte Every nighte and alle Fire and fleete and candle-lighte And Christe receive thy saule When thou from hence away art past Every nighte and

John Jeffreys - Awake Thee, My Bessy
Awake thee, my Bessy, the morning is fair The breath of young roses is fresh on the air The sun has long glanced over mountain and lake Then awake from thy slumbers, my Bessy, awake

John Jeffreys - Candle Gate
Who comes so late to Candle Gate? Who comes so late By rainy bent and roaring spate? Who knocks so late at Candle Gate? Who knocks so late ? Who knocks so low, yet will

John Jeffreys - Jillian of Berry
For Jillian of Berry she dwells on a hill And she hath good beer and ale to sell And of good fellows she thinks no ill And thither will we go now, now, now And thither will we go

John Jeffreys - It Is Winter
The abode of the nightingale is bare Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air The fox howls from his frozen lair: Alas, my loved one is gone I am alone: It is winter

John Jeffreys - I Will Go With My Father a-Ploughing
I will go with my father a-ploughing To the green field by the sea And the rooks and the crows and the seagulls Will come flocking after me I will sing to the patient horses

John Jeffreys - Little Trotty Wagtail
Little Trotty Wagtail he went in the rain And twittering, tottering sideways he ne'er got straight again He stooped to get a worm and looked up to get a fly And then he flew away

John Jeffreys

John Jeffreys (1927-2010) was born to Welsh parents in Thanet, Kent, and composed very much in a traditional English pastoral vein. Unable to receive much recognition in the 1970s, he destroyed much of his music and worked as a garden designer for council housing, writing a couple of books on the subject. However, in the following decade, he found a tape of his works and was able to reconstruct some of his music.