Letters Lyrics
| Song | Letters |
| Artist | Mark Bradshaw |
| Album | Bright Star (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [ti:] | |
| [ar:] | |
| [al:] | |
| [00:37.75] | My dearest lady, |
| [00:40.87] | I am now at a very pleasant cottage window |
| [00:43.59] | looking onto a beautiful hilly country, |
| [00:46.60] | with a view of the sea. |
| [00:49.02] | The morning is very fine. |
| [00:51.54] | I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, |
| [00:55.36] | what pleasure I might have in living here |
| [00:57.01] | if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me. |
| [01:02.29] | Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, |
| [01:07.11] | so destroyed my freedom. |
| [01:11.65] | For myself, I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form. |
| [01:17.28] | I want a brighter word than bright,a fairer word than fair. |
| [01:25.04] | I almost wish we were butterflies |
| [01:28.01] | and lived but three summer days. |
| [01:31.72] | Three such days with you I could fill with more delight |
| [01:33.78] | than 50 common years could ever contain. |
| [01:52.19] | When you can confess this in a letter |
| [01:54.50] | you must write immediately |
| [01:56.27] | and do all you can to console me in it, |
| [01:59.29] | make it rich as a draft of poppies |
| [02:00.89] | to intoxicate me, |
| [02:02.92] | write the softest words and kiss them |
| [02:06.75] | That I may at least touch my lips where yours have been |
| [02:14.42] | “My dear Mr. Keats, thank you for your letter. |
| [02:18.86] | Lately I have felt so nervous and ill that I had to stay five days in bed. |
| [02:23.91] | Have received your letter, |
| [02:25.85] | I am up again, walking our paths on the heath. |
| [02:29.06] | I’ve begun a butterfly farm in my bedroom in honor of us. |
| [02:32.79] | Sammy and Toots are catching them for me |
| [02:35.92] | Samuel has made a science of it |
| [02:37.98] | and is collecting both caterpillars and chrysalises |
| [02:40.33] | so we may have them fluttering about us a week or more.” |
| [02:50.69] | “I have two luxurious to brood over in my walks, |
| [02:54.32] | your loveliness and the hour of my death. |
| [02:58.00] | O that O could have possession of them both in the same minute. |
| [03:02.74] | I never knew before what such a love as you have made me feel was. |
| [03:06.77] | I did not believe in it. |
| [03:08.60] | But if you will fully love me, |
| [03:10.97] | though there may be some fire, |
| [03:12.18] | it will not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with pleasures.” |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:37.75] | My dearest lady, |
| [00:40.87] | I am now at a very pleasant cottage window |
| [00:43.59] | looking onto a beautiful hilly country, |
| [00:46.60] | with a view of the sea. |
| [00:49.02] | The morning is very fine. |
| [00:51.54] | I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, |
| [00:55.36] | what pleasure I might have in living here |
| [00:57.01] | if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me. |
| [01:02.29] | Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, |
| [01:07.11] | so destroyed my freedom. |
| [01:11.65] | For myself, I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form. |
| [01:17.28] | I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. |
| [01:25.04] | I almost wish we were butterflies |
| [01:28.01] | and lived but three summer days. |
| [01:31.72] | Three such days with you I could fill with more delight |
| [01:33.78] | than 50 common years could ever contain. |
| [01:52.19] | When you can confess this in a letter |
| [01:54.50] | you must write immediately |
| [01:56.27] | and do all you can to console me in it, |
| [01:59.29] | make it rich as a draft of poppies |
| [02:00.89] | to intoxicate me, |
| [02:02.92] | write the softest words and kiss them |
| [02:06.75] | That I may at least touch my lips where yours have been |
| [02:14.42] | " My dear Mr. Keats, thank you for your letter. |
| [02:18.86] | Lately I have felt so nervous and ill that I had to stay five days in bed. |
| [02:23.91] | Have received your letter, |
| [02:25.85] | I am up again, walking our paths on the heath. |
| [02:29.06] | I' ve begun a butterfly farm in my bedroom in honor of us. |
| [02:32.79] | Sammy and Toots are catching them for me |
| [02:35.92] | Samuel has made a science of it |
| [02:37.98] | and is collecting both caterpillars and chrysalises |
| [02:40.33] | so we may have them fluttering about us a week or more." |
| [02:50.69] | " I have two luxurious to brood over in my walks, |
| [02:54.32] | your loveliness and the hour of my death. |
| [02:58.00] | O that O could have possession of them both in the same minute. |
| [03:02.74] | I never knew before what such a love as you have made me feel was. |
| [03:06.77] | I did not believe in it. |
| [03:08.60] | But if you will fully love me, |
| [03:10.97] | though there may be some fire, |
| [03:12.18] | it will not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with pleasures." |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:37.75] | My dearest lady, |
| [00:40.87] | I am now at a very pleasant cottage window |
| [00:43.59] | looking onto a beautiful hilly country, |
| [00:46.60] | with a view of the sea. |
| [00:49.02] | The morning is very fine. |
| [00:51.54] | I do not know how elastic my spirit might be, |
| [00:55.36] | what pleasure I might have in living here |
| [00:57.01] | if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me. |
| [01:02.29] | Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, |
| [01:07.11] | so destroyed my freedom. |
| [01:11.65] | For myself, I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form. |
| [01:17.28] | I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. |
| [01:25.04] | I almost wish we were butterflies |
| [01:28.01] | and lived but three summer days. |
| [01:31.72] | Three such days with you I could fill with more delight |
| [01:33.78] | than 50 common years could ever contain. |
| [01:52.19] | When you can confess this in a letter |
| [01:54.50] | you must write immediately |
| [01:56.27] | and do all you can to console me in it, |
| [01:59.29] | make it rich as a draft of poppies |
| [02:00.89] | to intoxicate me, |
| [02:02.92] | write the softest words and kiss them |
| [02:06.75] | That I may at least touch my lips where yours have been |
| [02:14.42] | " My dear Mr. Keats, thank you for your letter. |
| [02:18.86] | Lately I have felt so nervous and ill that I had to stay five days in bed. |
| [02:23.91] | Have received your letter, |
| [02:25.85] | I am up again, walking our paths on the heath. |
| [02:29.06] | I' ve begun a butterfly farm in my bedroom in honor of us. |
| [02:32.79] | Sammy and Toots are catching them for me |
| [02:35.92] | Samuel has made a science of it |
| [02:37.98] | and is collecting both caterpillars and chrysalises |
| [02:40.33] | so we may have them fluttering about us a week or more." |
| [02:50.69] | " I have two luxurious to brood over in my walks, |
| [02:54.32] | your loveliness and the hour of my death. |
| [02:58.00] | O that O could have possession of them both in the same minute. |
| [03:02.74] | I never knew before what such a love as you have made me feel was. |
| [03:06.77] | I did not believe in it. |
| [03:08.60] | But if you will fully love me, |
| [03:10.97] | though there may be some fire, |
| [03:12.18] | it will not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with pleasures." |
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