FOUR LOVE SONGS

1. YOU WILL FIND ME DRESSED…

Anonymous 16th century

You will find me dressed,

gentle Joana,

with the coal I sold

this week.

You will find me dressed,

with a muslin vest,

gentle Joana,

with the coal I sold

this week.

2. WHEN NIGHT COMES…

Anonymous 16th century

When night comes

the birds rest;

not my eyes,

for they cannot sleep;

they live in sadness

until the clear day.

So, gallant maiden,

why do you make me suffer?

3. I CAN'T SLEEP ALONE, NO…

Anonymous 15th century

I can't sleep alone, no.

What will I do, sad,

if it doesn't happen to me?

Love torments me so much!

Oh, friend, my sweet friend!

I dreamed of you last night.

What will I do, sad?

I dreamed of you last night

that I had you in my bed.

What will I do, sad?

Oh, beloved, my sweet beloved!

Last night I dreamed of you.

What will I do, sad?

Last night I dreamed of you

that I had you in my arms.

What will I do, sad?

4. IF I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING…

Pere Serafí, Barcelona 16th century

If I wake up in the morning

and go all alone,

into my garden

- in the morning,

the sweet air makes her laugh -

to pick up the violet.

Oh, sad myself! what shall I do

or what shall I say?

For God's sake, I am sick!

Love is what torments me!

I found my sweet beloved

asleep on the grass.

He woke up saying thus

- in the morning,

the sweet air makes her laugh -:

if I want to be her friend.

Oh, sad myself! what shall I do

or what shall I say?

For God's sake, I am sick!

Love is what torments me!

I answered him that yes,

but let no one hear it.

Oh! I had never felt so much pleasure.

- in the morning,

the sweet air makes her laugh -:

that I remained comforted.

Oh, sad myself! what shall I do

or what shall I say?

Help me God, I am sick!

Love is tormenting me!