Since I am coming to that holy room Where with the choir of saints forever more I shall be made the music as I come I tune the instrument here at the door While my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers and by their map I lie Flat on this bed that by them they be shown My final breath and last remaining sigh Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri
Since I am coming to that holy room Where with the choir of saints forever more I shall be made the music as I come I tune the instrument here at the door While my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers and by their map I lie Flat on this bed that by them they be shown My final breath and last remaining sigh Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri Sospiri
