Oh Mistress Mine

O Mistress mine where are you roaming?

O stay and hear, your true love's coming,

That can sing both high and low.

Trip no further pretty sweeting.

Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love, 'tis not hereafter,

Present mirth, hath present laughter:

What's to come, is still unsure.

In delay there lies no plenty,

Then come kiss me sweet and twenty:

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Text: Williams Shakespeare

Musik: Thomas Herz

Der Text in der zweiten Strophe, 5. Zeile wurde von mir in "sweet and forty" abgeändert.

Das Lied entstand zum 40. Geburtstag von Astrid.