Lyrics Aoede - Theatre of Tragedy

Parched of words, parched of lauds
Lorn and tyned fro my wame
′Seech I more perforce indeed
Lap I of thee, thou art want

With dulcet gust thine floret
Which I yet would not do
Pray I thee for thine avail
Lave me in it, I want more

For my loe

Not be adust

Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede
Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede

As of lote upon thee dote
Lowing 'tis, true forsooth
′Tisn't a tongue, nay merely mote
Thou art grandly mae than couth'

Eft and e′er doth it eke
I am what I do behold

For my loe

Not be adust

Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede
Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede

Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede
Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede

Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede
Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede

Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede
Come see as the wind, come
I let thee come in
Come see as the wind, Aoede