Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize.
—James Joyce
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
I have set this to music. You can sing verse XXVIII, XXIV and XXX of Chambermusic by James Joyce to the melody—if you play the guitar—and if you can read notes. ;)
