Averil - Mediaeval Baebes/Katharine Blake

作词：13th / 14th century Anon

作曲：Katharine Blake

When the nightegale singes

The wodes waxen grene

Lef and grass and blosme springes

In averil I wene

And love is to min herte gon

With one spere so kene

Night and day my blod it drinkes

Min herte deth me tene

Ich have loved all this year

That I may love namore

Ich have siked mony sik

Lemmon for thin ore

Me nis love never the ner

And that me reweth sore

Swete lemmon thench on me

Ich have loved thee yore

Swete lemmon I preye thee

Of love one speche

Whil I live in world so wide

Other nulle I seche

With thy love my swete leof

My bliss thou mightest eche

A swete 'cos of thy mouth

Mighte be my leche

Swete lemmon I preye thee

Of a love bene

If thou me lovest as men says

Lemmon as I wene

And if it thy wille be

Thou loke that it be sene

So muchel I thenke upon thee

That all I waxe grene

When the nightegale singes

And the wodes waxen grene

Lef and grass and blosme springes

In averil I wene

And love is to min herte gon

With one spere so kene

Night and day my blod it drinkes

Min herte deth me tene

Ich have loved all this year

That I may love namore

Ich have siked mony sik

Lemmon for thin ore

Me nis love never the ner

And that me reweth sore

Swete lemmon thench on me

Ich have loved thee yore

Swete lemmon I preye thee

Of love one speche

Whil I live in world so wide

Other nulle I seche

With thy love my swete leof

My bliss thou mightest eche

A swete 'cos of thy mouth

Mighte be my leche

Swete lemmon I preye thee

Of a love bene

If thou me lovest as men says

Lemmon as I wene

And if it thy wille be

Thou loke that it be sene

So muchel I thenke upon thee

That all I waxe grene