J.S. Bach: Sweetest Love

Sweetest love, I do not goe
For wearinesse of thee
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter Love for mee
Sweetest love
O sweetest love
O how feeble is mans power
That if good fortune fall
Cannot adde another houre
Nor a lost houre recall
Nor a lost lost houre recall
When thou sigh’st, thou sigh’st not winde
But sigh’st my soule away
When thou weep’st
My lifes blood doth decay
Let not thy divining heart
Forethinke me any ill
Destiny must take thy part
And may thy feares fulfill
And may thy feares fulfill
If thou lov’st mee, as thou say’st
If in thine my life thou waste
Thou art the best of mee