Sweet Art Thou Songtext
von Theatre of Tragedy

Stay still patient
Wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less tightened

I shall climb the yew
I shall climb the yew
Will it, will it subdue me or not

Swooning emotions smite my bosom
I′ve in aptness deprieved thy eyrie
(Oh, but never alas) fro many another a lass
(Lodge here forevermore) dodge thither sable of yore


A narrow dell hath now for me turned in a broad land
A land rich with fields of the Simbelmynë

Sonorous to my ears are the words formed by thy tongue
Conquer me, waylay me, swathe me 'twixt thy arms
Make me sense the wine which is drunk by all queens
And let it flow white and full in taste over my lips (make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings)
And let it flow red and full in taste o′er my lips


A daised bridge over the ghyll, in which a river bottomless
I would have drowned, yet thou drewest me out soaking
Save thou art not yet all parched
Eavesdroppest ye, a wee drop (I can hear it, I can feel it)
Whence it comes I can only deem (yet I will not tarry idly)
Lest this for me is a gay dream (let it adamant be)
A dream that will sojourn eternally, in which theatre I will act (empty the flagon in me)