To a Moralist

Ay, but tell me
Oh moralist cold
Besides pleasure
What pleasure is there?

Ay, but tell me
Oh moralist cold
Besides pleasure
What pleasure is there?

Thou dost say that too soon we grow old
That all pleasure of earth is but air
Thou dost say that too soon we grow old
That all pleasure of earth is but air

Ay, but tell me
Oh moralist cold
Besides pleasure
What pleasure is there?

Ay, but tell me
Oh moralist cold
Besides pleasure
What pleasure is there?

Thou dost say that too soon we grow old
That all pleasure of earth is but air
Thou dost say that too soon we grow old
That all pleasure of earth is but air

Ay, but tell me
Oh moralist cold
Besides pleasure
What pleasure is there?

Ay, but tell me
Oh moralist cold
Besides pleasure
What pleasure is there?

Ay, but tell me
Oh moralist cold
Besides pleasure
What pleasure is there?