If Music Be the Food of Love

If Music Be the Food of Love
If music be the food of love
Sing on, sing on, sing on, sing on
Till I am filled, am filled with joy
For then my listening soul you move,
For then my listening soul you move,
To pleasures that can never cloy,
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music everywhere,
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music everywhere.

Pleasure invades both eye and ear
So fierce, so fierce, so fierce, so fierce
The transports are they wound
And all my senses feasted are,
And all my senses feasted are,
Though yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I most perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.
Sure I most perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.