TESTO DEL LIED

"O listen to the voice of Love"
di anonimo

O listen to the voice of Love,
He calls my Daphne to the grove.
The primrose sweet bedecks the field,
The tuneful birds invite to rove.
To foster joys let splendour yield,
O listen, listen to the voice of Love.
Where flowers their blooming sweets exhale,
My Daphne, let us fondly stray,
Where whisp'ring Love breathes forth his tale
And shepherds sing their artless lay.
O listen, listen to the voice of Love,
He calls my Daphne to the grove.
Come share with me the fruits of spring,
And leave the town's tumultuous noise;
The happy swains all cheerful sing,
And Echo still repeats their joys:
Then listen, listen to the voice of Love,
He calls my Daphne to the grove.