To My Piano From Mr Drake Lyrics

(From THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN by Andrew Marvell)
How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays,
And their uncessant labours see
Crown'd from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of Repose.

(Chorus)
The rocks they raged so furiously
We clambered down to see the sea
Send home thy long straight eyes to me
Which oh so long have dwelt on thee

(From THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN by Andrew Marvell)
What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;

(Adapted from THE MESSAGE by John Donne)
Yet since they there have learned such ill,
Such fored fashions may keep them still
So send me back my heart and eyes
That I may know, and see thy lies

(Chorus)
The rocks they raged so furiously
We clambered down to see the sea
Send home thy long straight eyes to me
Which oh so long have dwelt on thee