Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Thomas Weelkes
Say, dear, when will your frowning leave
Which doth my heart of joy bereave
To sing and play becomes you better
Such pleasures makes my heart your debtor
But when you frown you wound my heart
And kill my soul, with double smart
Say, dear, when will your frowning? was written by Thomas Weelkes.