When to Her Lute Corinna Sings by Thomas Campion Lyrics

When to her lute Corinna sings
Her voice revives the leaden strings
And doth in highest notes appear
As any challenged echo clear
But when she doth of mourning speak
Even with her sighs the strings do break

And as her lute doth live or die
Led by her passion, so must I
For when of pleasure she doth sing
My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring
But if she doth of sorrow speak
Even from my heart the strings do break