o mistress mine where are you roaming (twelfth night) - cleo laine lyrics

o mistress mine, where are you roaming?
o, stay and hear; your true love’s coming
that can sing both high and low:
trip no further, pretty sweeting;
journeys end in lovers meeting
every wise man’s son doth know

what is love? ’tis not hereafter;
present mirth hath present laughter;
what’s to come is still unsure:
in delay there lies no plenty;
then come kiss me, sweet and twenty
youth’s a stuff will not endure