All under the leaves, and the leaves of light I met with virgins seven One of them was Mary mild First mother of our lord in heaven
Where are you going My seven pretty maids? Where are you going to All under the leaves of light?
We are going Thomas they said Seeking for no leaves We are seeking Thomas they said For a friend of thine…
Went down to yonder town Sat in the gallery There we saw our Lord Jesus Christ Hanging from a yew-tree Mother don’t you weep for me Do not for me grieve Mother don’t you weep for me I must suffer this for Adam and for Eve
The lily and the rose The briar and the thorn Between the day and the night This is where we are born
The lily and the rose The briar and the thorn Between the day and the night This is where we are born
This is where we are torn
How can my weeping cease My sorrows to forgo When I see my own son die And sons I have no more
Now he’s laid his head on his right shoulder Die drew him nigh “may the Holy Ghost receive my soul dear mother now I die…”
(now I die)
The lily and the rose The briar and the thorn Between the day and the night That’s where we are born
The lily and the rose The briar and the thorn Between the day and the night That’s where we are born
That’s where we are torn
Oh’ the briar chokes the rose But that’s how our garden grows…