Goeth sun under, groweth seed bloweth That wereden bright golde Springeth sing, murie sing Goeth sun under tre
Wherebeth they biforen us weren And hadden feld and wode The wood comes into leaf Thou might and canst and owest shield Therein never havest owest then Maiden evermore
Weree so water in wore rune He may me bliss bringe When spray begin springe Nights when I wande and wake
Wherebeth they biforen us weren And hadden feld and wode The wood comes into leaf Thou might and canst and owest shield Therein never havest owest then Maiden evermore
Wherebeth they biforen us weren And hadden feld and wode The wood comes into leaf Thou might and canst and owest shield Therein never havest owest then Maiden evermore
With troubled eyes are Never have I cast Me you with thy song