Songs From the Labyrinth Album

Artist(s): Sting

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Sting Songs From the Labyrinth Cover Art

Tracklist

Walsingham

length: 0:39
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland

Can She Excuse My Wrongs?

length: 2:36
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
lyricist: [anonymous]
composer: John Dowland
Can she excuse my wrongs with virtue's cloak?
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?

No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand
Thou may'st be abused if thy sight be dimmed
Cold love is like to words written on sand
Or to bubbles which on the water swim

Wilt thou be thus abused still
Seeing that she will right thee never?
If thou cans't not overcome her will
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever

Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
As they are high, so high is my desire
If she this deny, what can granted be?

If she will yield to that which reason is
It is reason's will that love should be just
Dear, make me happy still by granting this
Or cut off delays if that I die must

Better a thousand times to die
Than for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented

Better a thousand times to die
Than for to live thus still tormented
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented

“Ryght Honorable: As I Have Bin Most Bounde Unto Your Honor…”

length: 0:41
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
spoken vocals: Sting

Flow My Tears (Lachrimae)

length: 4:43
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland
Flow my teares fall from your springs,
Exilde for ever: Let me morne
Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorne.

Downe vaine lights shine you no more,
No nights are dark enough for those
That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore,
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pittie is fled,
And teares, and sighes, and grones
My wearie days of all joyes have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment,
My fortune is throwne,
And feare, and griefe, and paine
For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone.

Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell,
Learn to contemne light,
Happy that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite.

Have You Seen the Bright Lily Grow

length: 2:36
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: Robert Johnson
Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of snow
Before the soil hath smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of beaver,
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier,
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!

“…Then in Time Passing on Mr. Johnson Died…”

length: 0:33
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
spoken vocals: Sting

The Most High and Mighty Christianus the Fourth, King of Denmark, His Galliard

length: 3:02
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland

The Lowest Trees Have Tops

length: 2:17
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland

(John Dowland) The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small, And bees have stings, although they be not great; Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs; And love is love, in beggars and in kings. Where waters smoothest run, there deepest are the fords, The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move; The firmest faith is found in fewest words, The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love; True hearts have ears, and eyes, no tongues to speak; They hear, and see, and sign, and then they break

“…And Accordinge as I Desired Ther Cam a Letter…”

length: 0:56
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
spoken vocals: Sting

Fine Knacks for Ladies

length: 1:51
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new,
Good pennyworths but money cannot move,
I keep a fair but for the fair to view,
A beggar may be liberal of love.
Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true.

Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again,
My trifles come as treasures from my mind,
It is a precious jewel to be plain,
Sometimes in shell the Orient's pearls we find.
Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain.

Within this pack pins, points, laces and gloves,
And divers toys fitting a country fair,
But in my heart, where duty serves and loves,
Turtles and twins, Court's brood, a heav'nly pair.
Happy the man that thinks of no removes.

“…From Thence I Went to the Landgrave of Hessen…”

length: 0:25
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
spoken vocals: Sting

Fantasy

length: 2:43
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland

Come, Heavy Sleep

length: 3:46
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland

Forlorn Hope Fancy

length: 3:08
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland

“…And From Thence I Had Great Desire to See Italy…”

length: 0:29
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
spoken vocals: Sting
lute: Sting

Come Again

length: 2:57
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland
Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain;
For now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.

All the day the sun that lends me shine
By frowns doth cause me pine
And feeds me with delay;
Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow,
Her frowns the winter of my woe.

All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams.
My heart takes no delight

Wilt Thou Unkind Thus Reave Me

length: 2:41
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland
Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
Of my heart, of my heart,
And so leave me, and so leave me?

Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
Of my heart, of my heart,
And so leave me, and so leave me?

Farewell! Farewell!
But yet or e'er I part, O cruel,
Kiss me, sweet, kiss me,
Sweet, sweet my jewel.

Hope by disdain grows cheerless,
Fear doth love, love doth fear
Beauty peerless, beauty peerless.

Farewell! Farewell!
But yet or e'er I part, O cruel,
Kiss me, sweet, kiss me,
Sweet, sweet my jewel.

If no delayes can move thee,
Life shall die, death shall live
Still to love thee, still to love thee?

Farewell! Farewell!
But yet or e'er I part, O cruel,
Kiss me, sweet, kiss me,
Sweet, sweet my jewel.

Yet be thou mindfull ever,
Heat from fire, fire from heat
None can see sever, none can sever

Farewell! Farewell!
But yet or e'er I part, O cruel,
Kiss me, sweet, kiss me,
Sweet, sweet my jewel.

True love cannot be changed
Though delight from desert
Be estranged, be estranged.

Farewell! Farewell!
But yet or e'er I part, O cruel,
Kiss me, sweet, kiss me,
Sweet, sweet my jewel.

“…After My Departure I Caled to Mynde Our Conference…”

length: 0:30
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
spoken vocals: Sting

Weep You No More, Sad Fountains

length: 2:39
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland

My Lord Willoughby’s Welcome Home

length: 1:35
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov and Sting
composer: John Dowland

Clear or Cloudy

length: 2:48
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland
Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring,
Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee,
Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring,
When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee,
Hir speeches notes of that night bird that singeth,
Who thought all sweet yet jarring notes outringeth.

Hir grace like June, when earth and trees bee trimde,
In best attire of compleat beauties height,
Hir love againe like sommers daies bee dimde,
With little cloudes of doubtfull constant faith,
Hir trust hir doubt, like raine and heat in Skies,
Gently thundring, she lightning to mine eies.

Sweet sommer spring that breatheth life and growing,
In weedes as into herbs and flowers,
And sees of service divers sorts in sowing,
Some haply seeming and some being yours,
Raine on your herbs and flowers that truly serve,
And let your weeds lack dew and duly starve.

“…Men Say That the Kinge of Spain Is Making Gret Preparation…”

length: 1:02
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
spoken vocals: Sting

In Darkness Let Me Dwell

length: 4:12
vocal: Sting
arranger: Sting and Edin Karamazov
lute: Edin Karamazov
composer: John Dowland
In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black, that moist'ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come.

In darkness let me dwell