Miri It Is - Circulus

Merry it is while the summer lasts

With the song of birds

But now draws near the wind’s blast

And strong weather

Alas, alas!

how long this night is

And I, most unjustly

Sorrow and mourn and fast

Miri it is while sumer ilast

With fugheles song

Oc nn necheth windes blast

And weder strong

Ei, ei!

What this nicht is long

And ich with wel michel wrong

Soregh and murne and fast