John Dowland - Flow my tears

^EmFlow, my tears, fa^Cll from your s^Bprings! ^EmExile^Gd for ever, l^Cet ^Amme ^Emmourn; Where night's black ^Dbird ^Bher ^Csad infamy ^Bsings, ^GThere let me^C li^Emve ^Bfor^Emlor^Amn..^Em...

^EmDown ^Dvain ^Amlights, ^Cshine you no^B more! ^EmNo nigh^Gts are dark enou^Cgh for ^Bthose ^EmThat in de^Dspair their^C lost fortunes^B deplore. ^GLight doth but ^Csham^Be dis^Emclo^Amse.^Em.

^GNever may my wo^Ames be re^Dlie^Gved, ^EmSince p^Bity is ^Emfled; ^AmAnd tears^C and sigh^Ems and groan^Gs my weary ^Dday^Ams my weary ^Cday^Ems ^COf^G all ^Amjoys ^Chave ^Bdeprived.

^GFrom the highest s^Ampire of con^Gtentment ^EmMy for^Btune is ^Emthrown; ^AmAnd fear^C and grief^Em and pai^Gn for my de^Dserts,^Am for my ^Cdesert^Ems ^EmAre my hopes, since ^Chope is ^Bgone^G.

^BHark! you shadows that in ^Cda^Emrkn^Gess ^Emdwe^Amll, Learn ^Gto con^Amdemn^B light.^G..^D.. ^EmHapp^Dy, hap^Ampy t^Emhey ^Dthat ^Cin ^Bhell ^GFeel not the ^Cworld^B's des^Empite^Am. ^Em