I Sing Of A Maiden - Mediaeval Baebes

i sing of a maiden that is makeless

king of all kings to her son she ches

he came all so still where his mother was

as dew in april that falleth on the grass

he came all so still to his mother’s bower

as dew in april that falleth on the flower

he came all so still where his mother lay

as dew in april that falleth on the spray

mother and maiden was never none but she

well may such a lady godës mother be