All John Jeffreys Lyrics

John Jeffreys - In Youth Is Pleasure | lyrnow.com
In an arbour green asleep whereas I lay The birds sang sweet in the middis of the day: I dreamed fast of mirth and play; In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure Methought

John Jeffreys - All Night Under the Moon | lyrnow.com
All night under the moon Plovers are flying Over the dreaming meadows of silvery light Over the meadows of June Calling and crying Wandering voices of love in the hush of the

John Jeffreys - Near Spring | lyrnow.com
Now the strong horse goes loose at last Free for his strength in the February's end Floods have left the meadows and gone past To the broader rivers, rocks and sand

John Jeffreys - An Old Desire | lyrnow.com
I searched thro' memory's lumber-room And there I found an old desire I took it gently from the gloom To cherish by my scanty fire And all the night a sweet-voiced

John Jeffreys - My Dear Lady | lyrnow.com
Am not I in blessed case Treasure and pleasure to possess? I would not wish no better place If I may still have wealthiness And to enjoy in perfect peace My lady, lady

John Jeffreys - Tom Collier of Croydon | lyrnow.com
Tom Collier of Croydon hath sold his coals And made his market to-day; And now he danceth with the Devil For like will to like alway Wherefore let us rejoice and sing

John Jeffreys - Who Is at My Window? | lyrnow.com
Who is at my window? Who? Who? Go from my window! Go! Go! Who calls there, like a stranger Go from my window! Go! "Lord, I am here, a wretched mortal That for thy

John Jeffreys - 'Tis Time I Think | lyrnow.com
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge the land with snow Spring will not wait the

John Jeffreys - Thirteen Pence a Day | lyrnow.com
The Queen she sent to look for me The sergeant he did say "Young man, a soldier will you be For thirteen pence a day?" For thirteen pence a day did I Take off

John Jeffreys - The Farewell | lyrnow.com
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie

John Jeffreys - Stow-on-the-Wold | lyrnow.com
I met an old man at Stow-on-the-Wold Who shook and shivered as though with cold And he said to me: " Six sons I had And each was a tall and a lively lad "But

John Jeffreys - Poem for End | lyrnow.com
So the last poem is laid flat in its place And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my face Elizabethans and night-working thoughts -- of such grace And all the dawns that

John Jeffreys - Otterburn | lyrnow.com
The lad who went to Flanders Otterburn, Otterburn The lad who went to Flanders And never will return Though low he lies in Flanders Beneath the Flemish mud He

John Jeffreys - Merry Eye | lyrnow.com
On the day ere I was born Underneath the ragged thorn Three old women hobbled by One, she had an empty sack One, she had a humpy back One, she had a merry eye