Mis-shapen Time, copesmate of ugly Night
Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care
Eater of youth, false slave to false delight
Base watch of woes, sin's pack-horse, virtue's snare
Thou nursest all and murder'st all that are
O, hear me then, injurious, shifting Time!
Be guilty of my death, since of my crime

Time's glory is to calm contending kings
To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light
To stamp the seal of time in aged things
To wake the morn and sentinel the night
To wrong the wronger till he render right
To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours
And smear with dust their glittering golden towers

To fill with worm-holes stately monuments
To feed oblivion with decay of things
To blot old books and alter their contents
To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings
To dry the old oak's sap and cherish springs
To spoil antiquities of hammer'd steel
And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel

'To show the beldam daughters of her daughter
To make the child a man, the man a child
To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter
To tame the unicorn and lion wild
To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled
To cheer the ploughman with increaseful crops
And waste huge stones with little water drops

Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage
Unless thou couldst return to make amends?
One poor retiring minute in an age
Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends
Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends
O, this dread night, wouldst thou one hour come back
I could prevent this storm and shun thy wrack!

Sending the sound to the audience that gathered at Wigmore Hall
Sharing what they don't want to fear anymore
They don't wanna fear anymore
Now fear no more, solitude, isolation and the blues
Fear no more threats of nuclear war
Fear no more letting go, regrettin' so, Ms Theresa be so
Fear no more the tick of the clock, our great shifting fate
Fear no more fury's force, tyrant's course, and men settling scores
Fear no more the loss of love, the cost of lust
And then fear no more the loss of trust
Fear no more these mad politicians, political systems
Prison and the loss of wisdom
Fear no more those who are deranged
Fear no more those who deny climate change
Fear no more these mad men and chumps
Fear no more Mr Donald Trump
Fear no more cause we're all connected
Fear no more the choice of Brexit
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Fear no more the loss of your strength
Fear no more what feel
Fear no more what you reveal
Fear no more, fear no more
But for now we'll have to have courage and be brave
Fear no more till I'm lost in my grave
Till I'm lost in my grave
Till I'm lost in my grave

Copyright: WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Writer(s): Baba Israel, Henrik Måwe, Henry Purcell, Leandro Mancini-Olivos, Svante Henryson