Tybalt Songtext / Lyric

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds

That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Oh, sweet my mother cast me not away,

Delay this mariage for a month, a week!

Or if you do not make the bridal bed

In that dim monument where Tybalt lies!

Or if you do not make the bridal bed

In that dim monument where Tybalt lies!






My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven

How shall this faith return again to earth

Unless that husband send it back to me from heaven

By leaving earth, by leaving earth



God's bread, it makes me mad

Day, Night, Hour, Tide, Time, Work, Play

God's bread, it makes me mad

Day, Night, Hour, Tide, Time, Work, Play



Nothing is Impossible!