If music if music be the food of love

Sing on sing on

Sing on sing on

Sing sing on sing on till with joy

Until with joy

For then my list'ning soul you move

For then my list'ning soul you move

To pleasures that can never 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

Pleasures invade both eye and ear

So fierce so fierce the transports are they wound

So fierce the transports are they wound

And all my senses feasted are

And all my senses feasted are

Tho' yet the treat is only sound

Tho' yet the treat is only sound

Sound sound sound sound sound

Is only sound

Sure I must perish

I must I must perish by your charms

Unless you save me in your arms