If music be the food of love
Sing on, sing on, sing on, sing on
'Til I am filled, am filled with joy
For then my listening soul you move
For then my listening soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music everywhere
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music everywhere

Pleasures invade both eye and ear
So fierce, so fierce, so fierce, so fierce
The transports are, they wound
And all my senses feasted are
And all my senses feasted are
Though yet the treat is only sound
Sure I must perish by your charms
Unless you save me in your arms
Sure I must perish by your charms
Unless you save me in your arms