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To Althea from Prison (Manor Studio Version) - Fairport Convention/David Rea
Written by:Dave Swarbrick/Richard Lovelace
When love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates
And my divine Althea brings to whisper at my grates
When I lie tangled in her hair
And fettered with her eye
The birds that wanton in the air know no such liberty
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames
Our careless heads with roses crowned
Our hearts with royal flames
When first decreeth in wine we steep
When healths and rafts run free
Fishes that tipple in the deep know no such liberty
When it's if like commit finnI
With shriller throat shall sing
The mercy sweetness majesty
And glories of my king
When I shall joys aloud how good
He is how great should be
Enlarged winds that curl the flood
Know no such liberty
Stone walls do not a prison make not iron bars a cage
Minds innocent and quiet take that for a Hermitage
And if I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free
Angels alone that soar above enjoy such liberty