Sonnet 18 - Fabio Cinti

Lyrics by：David Gilmour

Composed by：David Gilmour

Shall I compare thee

To the summer's day

Thou art more lovely

And more temperate

Rough winds do shake

The darling buds of May

And summer's lease hath

All too short a date

Sometime too hot

The eye of heaven shines

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd

And every fair from fair sometime declines

By chance or nature's

Changing course untrimm'd

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession

Of that fair thou ow'st

Nor shall death brag

Thou wander'st in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see

So long lives this

And this gives life to thee