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