Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.
River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy, Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home
The jazz I love is sweet and pure with raw elements, which is exactly what the good hip-hop is doing now.
Our sound is really hard metal but looks cute, and in some parts of the song the lyrics are really cute.
This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.
The cuckoos remain silent for a long time (for several seasons) until they are able to sing sweetly (in the Spring) so as to give joy to all.
